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This True Writers ছবি contains ফুলের তোড়া, কাঁচুলি, পুষ্পগুচ্ছ, তোড়া, জাপানি খুবানি, মেই, prunus mume, ক্যামেলিয়া ফুল, and camelia. There might also be গোলাপ, রক্তিমা, রক্তিমাভ পুষ্পোত্পাদী বৃক্ষবিশেষ, প্রাচ্য পোস্ত, and papaver orientale.
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying দ্বারা their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will প্রণয় start?
The দিন we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The দিন we প্রণয় too much to kill
The দিন others' pain becomes our pain
The দিন we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying দ্বারা their own hands every day.
Some say they will make America better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will প্রণয় start?
The দিন we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The দিন we প্রণয় too much to kill
The দিন others' pain becomes our pain
The দিন we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
Yes, it's hard, but let us try.
Newly born
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the তিক্ত wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
গান গাওয়া its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined দ্বারা others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of হারিয়ে গেছে symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
Squeals
Pitifully
A tiny voice raised high
Going nowhere
Confined
Confused
A single spot on the page
Then
It grows
And walks in waves and braves the তিক্ত wind
Shakily on its spindly legs, it smudges the paper
গান গাওয়া its first tune
A tiny tune
Twirling and whirling
It grows taller
And tougher
With every beat of its half-grown heart
It grows
Joined দ্বারা others
They sing together
A forgotten voice
A reflection
Of হারিয়ে গেছে symphonies
Tooting their trumpets
They stand to attention
An army of discord
Marching forth
Into a brand new dawn
adventre
Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on ডেস্ক staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck
END of chapter two
Jack turned and ran his own screams still ringing in his ears. He manged to find an empty classroom in which he collapsed against the door.
He must have been imagining it there is no way Mr Thompson is dead? His body was slumped in the chair, blood trickling down his face and his ghost was sitting on ডেস্ক staring at the door a pale grey." JAAAAAACK!" an unearthly shriek sounded through the air. Jack ran to the window and tried to open it but it was locked. CRASH the door flew of the hinges and Mr Thompson entered.
Jack ran through the door straight under the ghost and sprinted down the corridor.He finally reached the exit, he wrenched on the door as hard as his strength would allow but it wouldn't budge. he could see out of the corner of the eye Mr Thompson gliding down the corridor looking in each classroom. Quickly and quietly Jack slid behind a chair in reception. "AGRHHHHHHHH!"
something had grabbed jack round the neck
END of chapter two
