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Smile like you've never cried, fight like you've never lost.
Love like you've never been hurt and live like you'll die tomorrow.
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"I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you've cut your hair,
I hate the way you drive my car,
and I hate it when you stare,
I hare you big dumb cumbatbots,
and the way you read my mind,
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rime,
I hate the way you're always right,
and I hate it when you lie,
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry,
I hate it when your not around,
and that fact you didn't call,
but mostly I hate that I don't hate you,
not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."
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Jag lät de gå, sväva på moln, tills han slet mig i stycken, spotta på mina sår
Men ser de ut som om jag sörjer dig? Mer som om jag höjer dig
För jag kommer aldrig låta dig få se mig svag, jag gråter bara i regnet
Super stolt han vill veta vad jag tänker, baby om det ändå va så enkelt
Varför vill du stå med mig i regnet?
Varför vill du riva ner mitt stängsel?
Baby jag vet ändå vad som händer
Så jag gråter bara i regnet
This one's for you and me
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"When people tell you you've changed, it's only because you stopped acting the way they want you to act."
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Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up
The worst feeling isn't being lonley.
It's being forgotten by someone you would never forget.
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"I hope you'll believe that big dreams really can come true.
I'm living mine every day, thanks to you."
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"The summer was the worst summer in my short fourteen years of life. It all started with a phone call. My mother was crying and begging, asking for more time as she was gasping for her last breathe of air. She held me as tight as she could and cried. Her tears hit my shirt like bullets, and told me we were evicted. She kept apologizing to me, I thought "I have no home. I should have asked for something less expensive at christmas." On the morning of the evicton a hard knock on the door woke me up. The Sheriff was there to do his job. I looked up at the sky, waiting for something to happen. My mother has no family to lean on, no money coming in. Why bother coming to school or getting good grades if I'm homeless?
The bus stops infront of the school, I feel like throwing up. I'm wearing clothes from last year, some old shoes and no new haircut. I kept thinking I get laughed at, instead I greets at a couple of friends who were in my english class last year. And it hit's me, Mrs. Gruwell, my crazy english teacher from last year is the only person who made me think of hope. Talking to friends about last years english and our trips, I began to feel better.
I receive my schedule and the first teacher is Mrs. Gruwell in room 203.
I walk into the room and feel as though all the problems in life are not so important anymore. I am home."
- Freedom writers
Ser denna scenen om o om igen, o jag gråter lika mycket varje gång!
de blir ännu bättre när man vet att de är baserat på verkliga händelser
