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i get to my dad's loft and i open up the window with my bubbles and start blowing some bubbles hoping people would notice but not see me. i was fairly successful but then i see a group of kid girls about 8-10 years old by color me mine with one toddler boy and i get over excited and start blowing bubbles like crazy. the girls began popping them and i just watched.as the wonderful bubbles floated down awaiting their fate of being popped. they reminded me of my friends and i, other than their girlishness of course. then, i heard the little boy, blond,blue eyes,wearing green,pointing towards where i sat, no one payed any attention to the poor boy.I felt bad for him and stopped blowing bubbles, closing the window and climbing up the ladder to my bunk-bed,remembering the distant memories of my friends and i, we were like the girls, popping the bubbles with joy, but then when the important/serious things come along, one of us gets ignored like the boy,with a broken heart. so i give all who read this advice.


everybody dies,you could live life happy
but still have a broken heart in the end.
you can live,dream,and do, or just die unsuccessful.
but, remember this: life is to short to take for granted,
spend your days, months,and years with the ones you love.
even if it may be family,pets,friends, or even your enemies.
in the end, it matters that you belive you had an amazing life.
you can't stop death, nor can you prevent it, but you have to try.
live life to the fullest and god will give you peace at heart at
your final seconds. as long as it is with someone you love.



" get off the bus house."

- Amber volocais