Your not something I want,
Nor are you something I like.
I do hate you,
Yeah that's right.
So please go away,
I don't wanna see you again.
I thought you were good,
I even think of you as a friend.
Why have you betray me?
I thought you really care.
Why have I met you?
Now my life is worse than hell.
You we're there to catch me fall,
You we're there every time.
Now why have you left?
I felt I did a crime.
My beloved friend,
Why are you not here?
I thought there was no end,
To the friendship we hold dear.
By the way you let me fall,
By the way you left me here.
Are we not friends anymore?
Is that what you want to clear?
W
To you I'm talking,
but your not listening.
Now I'm sulking,
yet your not even looking.
I'm all alone,
no one can hear my moan.
No one can see my tears,
through all these painful years.
You can see me cry,
yet you don't even try.
Try to make me smile,
because you stay away about 30 mile.
I wish you will just try,
try to look under this smile.
Under this smile is a girl that cry,
a girl who always wear a fake smile.
A smile that can deceive a lot,
a girl that's been hurt a lot.
A smile that's been use when hurt,
a smile that's been use by her.
A girl who hides her feeling,
a girl who hates her being.
A girl who hides when
A four legged creature,
A Man's bast friend.
He will stick by your side,
Even if it's the end.
Others call it a "dog"
I call it a friend.
From God my savior,
& to me was send.
A furry little animal.
A cute little pouch.
He'll give me a lick,
Just like a smooch.
When I'm sad & sorrowful,
He'll come at my side.
To cheer me up and care for me,
With all his little might.
I always thank God,
For giving me a friend.
Who treats me like a family,
& also loves me in the end.
He's God's furriest angel,
Even I could even tell.
By the love he willingly gives to me,
& by the way he wags his tail.
When I go in the morning
The river is so blue,
The trees are so green.
There are pretty flowers too.
Yes, That's what I've seen.
In reality is it that true?
Or is it it just a fiction of you?
look around you and see,
There's not many leaves in the tree.
The rivers are black,
polluted and dirty.
Trash and garbage all around,
Floating in the river I see.
Can you still say,
that fiction is true.
From that cool green tree,
To that river so blue?
Now I ask you again,
if all of that can come true.
or will that just be,
A fiction created by you.
The answer is yes,
Yes, it can came true.
If we all work together,
and do what we must do.
=The End=
Your not something I want,
Nor are you something I like.
I do hate you,
Yeah that's right.
So please go away,
I don't wanna see you again.
I thought you were good,
I even think of you as a friend.
Why have you betray me?
I thought you really care.
Why have I met you?
Now my life is worse than hell.
You we're there to catch me fall,
You we're there every time.
Now why have you left?
I felt I did a crime.
My beloved friend,
Why are you not here?
I thought there was no end,
To the friendship we hold dear.
By the way you let me fall,
By the way you left me here.
Are we not friends anymore?
Is that what you want to clear?
W
To you I'm talking,
but your not listening.
Now I'm sulking,
yet your not even looking.
I'm all alone,
no one can hear my moan.
No one can see my tears,
through all these painful years.
You can see me cry,
yet you don't even try.
Try to make me smile,
because you stay away about 30 mile.
I wish you will just try,
try to look under this smile.
Under this smile is a girl that cry,
a girl who always wear a fake smile.
A smile that can deceive a lot,
a girl that's been hurt a lot.
A smile that's been use when hurt,
a smile that's been use by her.
A girl who hides her feeling,
a girl who hates her being.
A girl who hides when
A four legged creature,
A Man's bast friend.
He will stick by your side,
Even if it's the end.
Others call it a "dog"
I call it a friend.
From God my savior,
& to me was send.
A furry little animal.
A cute little pouch.
He'll give me a lick,
Just like a smooch.
When I'm sad & sorrowful,
He'll come at my side.
To cheer me up and care for me,
With all his little might.
I always thank God,
For giving me a friend.
Who treats me like a family,
& also loves me in the end.
He's God's furriest angel,
Even I could even tell.
By the love he willingly gives to me,
& by the way he wags his tail.
When I go in the morning
The river is so blue,
The trees are so green.
There are pretty flowers too.
Yes, That's what I've seen.
In reality is it that true?
Or is it it just a fiction of you?
look around you and see,
There's not many leaves in the tree.
The rivers are black,
polluted and dirty.
Trash and garbage all around,
Floating in the river I see.
Can you still say,
that fiction is true.
From that cool green tree,
To that river so blue?
Now I ask you again,
if all of that can come true.
or will that just be,
A fiction created by you.
The answer is yes,
Yes, it can came true.
If we all work together,
and do what we must do.
=The End=
Matthew sighed and leaned back in his chair. It was his birthday, but unsurprisingly, no one had noticed. After a moment, he decided to phone Alfred in hopes that he had remembered but hadn't called yet.
“Hey, America speaking!”
“Um... hi, America. It's Canada.”
“Oh, hey, Canada! Did you call to wish me an early happy birthday or something?”
“Er... no. You see, it's actually-”
“Dude, I have a lot to do, though. I'm planning an awesome party for the fourth of July!”
Canada stared at the ground.
“O-okay. Sorry I bothered you, then.”
“No problem, bro. Seriousl
Common Misconceptions About: APH Canada by eyesocketsandsuits, literature
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Common Misconceptions About: APH Canada
I’ve gotten quite a few requests for a Misconceptions on Canada!
So, I don’t actually know that much about Canada. I don’t involve myself with him, simply because while I adore him, I don’t find most of his ships interesting. But I know enough about the fandom to know that they can’t Canada lol.
As one of my friends put it, Canada is either two extreme versions of himself.
One is the super-Uke Canada. We know the drill by now—stutters, blushes, doesn’t tell anyone how he feels. He also feels neglected and depressed because everyone forgets him.
That’s usually the entire point of his existence;
Matthew snarled as he tore into the air guitar. As Tino's old Shaman CD roared in the background, Matt knocked over the Charleston and Lay-Z-Boy. His booted foot stomped its way through the glass top of the coffee table. Glass and wooden splinters littered the floor, but Matt kept his eyes closed. He had flung his glasses off a long while ago---since then, he had probably stepped on them---in favor of freely throwing his head in circles, streamers of blond trailing the movements. His neck would kill him eventually, if he didn't slam himself into the wall hard enough to do brain damage.
The high was incredible, and Matt didn't want to let go
ITW: Canada's Maple Leaf by Into-Their-World, literature
Literature
ITW: Canada's Maple Leaf
"Oh!...Ow..." You exclaimed, landing painfully on your side. "Son of a..."
Great, just great (___). You had no clue where you were. In the middle of a forest somewhere? Lush red and gold trees surrounded you, all of them maple. You could see where someone had placed sprouts in the trunks in order to collect the sweet sap inside of them. The heavy scent of raw sap filled your nose, and it suddenly made you light-headed and tired. It was cold too, colder than (hometown) like you were used to. The breeze penetrated through your street clothes easily, and you shivered.
"Hello? Anyone?!" You called out, getting up and taking a few cautious steps
Better to burn than fade (Demon!England x Reader) by UnluckyAmulet, literature
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Better to burn than fade (Demon!England x Reader)
A stinging slap resounded in the quiet room as his palm cracked against your face.
It took a moment for the pain to register, as though your very flesh was surprised by the blow. You raised your eyes to your assailant, pressing your lips together, determined not to make a sound.
"I will not tolerate your insubordination," your stepfather hissed at you, his eyes little slits of fury. "You have been here long enough. It is time for you to be wed."
You didn't waste your breath pointing out that the husband your stepfather had chosen for you also happened to be old enough to be your grandfather. What was the point? As you reached to massage yo
Take Your Child to Work Day (2P!F.A.C.E. x Reader) by Silver-KitsuneNeko, literature
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Take Your Child to Work Day (2P!F.A.C.E. x Reader)
“Maman! Look!” ____________ looked up. Her little one grinned and brought over a little duckling. He was beaming at her with large (e/c) eyes. She smiled at him. He looked just like his father. It was hard to believe he was growing up so fast. He was a sweetheart with a sweet face and blond hair, even a familiar hair curl. Today was Take Your Kid to work day. First thing that morning, they prepared breakfast together. Then they spent the greater half of the morning being a getaway driver for Francis. Now they were resting at the local pond for a small picnic lunch, “Can we keep it! Please?!”
“Sorry Niall, his mo
I always laugh easily whenever I watch horror movies.
Not the nervous giggling shit, I'm more of a guffawing and downright laughing at the most inappropriate moment.
I seem to always find something amusing or funny whenever I'm terrified.
People tend to find that annoying, especially in cinemas.
I'll just burst out laughing when I see something that's very upsetting or triggering to me.
Sometimes I do that whenever I feel in danger too.
When I almost got hit by a car, I laughed at the colourful curses of the driver.
When I almost drowned in a pool, I laughed at the furious face of my sister.
(Although, I'm not sure if they were upset