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But when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful If only you saw what I can see You'll understand why I want you so desperately Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful, oh-oh That's what makes you beautiful,” As I sang the last chorus I dip two slices of the homemade bread that I baked earlier this morning and cut two thin slices off the loaf. I placed them in the pan and my next jam began to play. ‘Closer,’ by Chainsmokers. I flipped the bread so it could cook on the side. I also sprinkled a tad bit more cinnamon on each side before heating them up. I move my hips to

Then it hit me, I may not have the words, but I know who does. I looked at my mom and said, “I will apologize in advance for what I am about to do, but Dr. Lynn says talking to Nikki could help her to wake up and I have been talking to her, but I have run out of things to say…” Mom looked at me confused but just nodded in encouragement. So I took a deep breath and began singing our song; ‘Don’t Give Up On Me’ by Andy Grammer, “…I will stay, I will stay with you. We’ll make it through the other side, like lovers do. I’ll reach my hands out in the dark, and wait for yours to interlock, I’ll wait for you Cause I’m not giving up, I’m not giving up no not yet. Even when I’m down to my last breath

Jake I popped the cover on a cold beer, not really planning on drinking it. I just needed something to do with my hands while I scanned the front door. The house was packed, the music loud enough to drown out all the voices, but I wasn’t feeling it. I kept looking around, my eyes cutting through the crowd of familiar faces, looking for the one person who actually mattered. Suddenly, a pair of soft, small hands clapped over my eyes from behind. “Guess who?” a high, sweet voice chirped in my ear.

Alexa replied. 🎶🎶Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please🎶🎶 🎶 Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

It isn’t long before we are dancing while cooking. “Oh, we've got to hold on, ready or not You live for the fight when it's all that you've got Woah, we're halfway there Woah, livin' on a prayer Take my hand, we'll make it I swear Woah, livin' on a prayer” I sing loudly and, if I’m honest, a little out of key too. But I feel free, and I feel good. Cleaning in the evenings has taught me a lot about diverse types of music. Music is good for the soul; it’s healing and soothing.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

On the other end of the line,his tone was casual. "Elena put her heart into making that for you. It would be cruel to throw it away. Be a good girl, don't be so sensitive. Have the grace of a Luna." The phone slipped from my hand. It turned out my mother wasn't wrong. Cake really is best served with a side of rejection papers. ... Elena left the burnt cake on my desk, along with a pregnancy report, before strutting out like a victorious queen. I looked at the report. Twelve weeks.

I smirked at him and focused on other people and nodded my head to the musician to start the music. I began to tap my hand on the microphone to follow the tempo. And I sang: The world can be a nasty place, You know it, I know it, yeah, We don't have to fall from grace, Put down the weapons you fight with, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em, kill 'em, kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Kill 'em with kindness, Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead now,

me: "hey hey clam down... I am your cupcake.. I am poor one.. don't show your anger on me.. there is no jack here.. " Jessica: "ufff...!!! fine.. I will go to take bath.. later you go.. " I nodded my head.. she went to cupboard and took her night dress and went to bathroom... I took my guitar and started to sing... MY HEART IS NOT WITH ME YOU STOLE IT MY HEART IS NOT WITH ME YOU STOLE IT THIS COLD BREEZE TELLING ME THAT YOU BECAME MY HEART YOU BECAME MY BREATH THIS MOON IS TELLING ME THAT

Picture perfect, you don't need no filter Gorgeous, make 'em drop dead, you're a killer Shower you with all my attention Yeah, these are my only intentions Stay in the kitchen cookin' up, got your own bread Heart full of equity or an asset Make sure that you don't need no mentions Yeah, these are my only intentions Already passed, you don't need no approval Good everywhere, don't worry 'bout no refusal Second to none, you got the upper hand now Don't need a sponsor, nope, you're the brand now You're my rock, my Colorado Got that ring, just like Toronto Lovin' you now, a little more tomorrow That's how I feel, act like you know that you are Picture perfect, you don't need no filter Gorgeous,