23-3

is that how we call being antisociable, shy, selfish?
i love to talk
i love the persons who are around me
i love the way that we meet new person
i love been with the peoples I likes
but i'm scared of what i say
i'm scared of what people might think
i'm scared of the silences between two persons
i'm scared of the fact that I might miss the chance to make friends and to lost them in a second  
i'm scared of the fact that I might be antisociable

lol it's fun cause last year at my french's exam i wrote a text about it , whatever   ...

First, what i'm sure of is : it could save a lot tree.
it's probably THE THING that could save our futur. But ...

when i read a novel, a journal, a revue, or a MANGA, etc. , i want and i like to feel the paper, the weight of what i read. Moreover, I have the feeling of belonging.

and you, what do you think about RDB? (Reader Digital Book)

I cry
I'm in agony
Took
Until the end

I hear nothing from above
I see nothing good
My body fell in the water
As vulgar pieces

The world looks at me perish
In their eyes I see myself dying
Doors are opened
For now let me sleep

Even if they save me
I feel
The wounds remain
And I suffer

The stifling air
Black clouds, sky worrying
Red water flaboyant
That smell, that sound crackling

All this is a sign of their arrival
The hell were invited
They fall in our property
I feel my end come
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Je cri
Je suis dans l’agoni
Pris
Jusqu’à ce que cela fini

Je n’entends rien d’en haut
Je ne vois rien de beau
Mon corps tombe à l’eau
Comme de vulgaires morceaux

Le monde me regarde périr
Dans leurs yeux je me vois mourir
Des portes vont s’ouvrirent
Pour maintenant me laisser dormir

Même s’ils me sauveraient
Je les ressentirais
Les blessures resteraient
Et j’en souffrirais

L’air étouffant
Nuages noir, ciel inquiétant
L’eau rouge flamboyant
Cette odeur, ce son crépitant

Tout ceci est signe de leurs arrivés
Les enfers ont été invités
Ils rentrent dans notre propriété
Je sens ma fin arriver

You who are destructive
So everyone is afraid
Why are you haunting our reality?
Destroy our creations and we deprived of our loved ones?
This is your hobby
The one that we fear
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You who thought you were any permit
You who took without permit
Now you are prohibited
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Water sees this calamity
The land holds the curious and devastated
The air is choked with smoke and crowded
The fire will feel guilty
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Toi qui es destructeur
Donc tout le monde ont peur
Pourquoi viens-tu hanté notre réalité?
Détruire nos créations et  nous privé de nos bien aimés?
Telle est ton passe-temps
Celui que nous redoutons tant
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Toi qui te croyais tout permis
Toi qui prenais tout sans permit
Maintenant on te l’interdit
_
L’eau voit cette calamité
La terre tient les curieux et de dévastés
L’air est étouffé et encombré de fumée
Le feu se sens coupable

He destroyed
He who takes lives
It is he who will save us.
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Writing is so simple
A nib hand
A heart to the opposite
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Sometimes we want to have
Sometimes we have
Sometimes we would not have
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Lui qui détruit
Lui qui prend des vies
C’est lui qui nous sauvera.
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Écrire est si simple
Une plume à la main
Un cœur à l’opposé
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Parfois nous voulons l’avoir
Parfois nous l’avons  
Parfois nous ne voudrions pas l’avoir