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Please help me annotate this essay. highlight main idea, supporting sentences, vocabularies

Please help me annotate this essay. highlight main idea, supporting sentences, vocabularies, opinions or reactions, samples etc. Once It's Gone, It's Gone by Julia Casey 1 I'm a normal high school kid—that is, I like listening to music. Until about a year ago, I always liked listening to it loud. Loud enough that it filled up my head and pulsed through my body, so the boundary between me and the music disappeared. I've listened to countless hours of music—vibrant music pouring into my ears from

Would you be there for me my love

Poem

Puppet

Your beauty bewitched me, Just like a moth drawn to a flame, You pulled me and I couldn't resist And just like a puppet You made me dance to your rhythm I was a hopeless romantic A slave to your love

Pull me from abyss

Its a sweet love story between Sehyun and Sena .A boy who had forgetten to smile, to be happy and girl who is loving cheerful talketive.

Dear me,

"Dear me, I am sorry. I'm sorry that you tried so desperately to fix others, when your own hands were shaking. I'm sorry that I didn't give you enough time to heal, that I let you seal the wounds of everyone else whilst your own were bleeding. I'm sorry that there were days when smiling hurt but you forced yourself to laugh so that no one had to worry about you. I'm sorry that you gave all of your time and effort to people that didn't give the same amount back. I'm sorry that there were nights w

Please consider me

Love is more than just one self - it is about loving others

Just me

Just me I love staying indoors Listening to sad songs While I siren on the harsh words Said to my face by my so called loved ones I guess I'm but a worthless being That made my burden my skin Oh! in pains I scream Always caged in my dreams What a night mare Which led to me sweat while wearing my night ware Can I find joy? If yes, then where? I'm already addicted to this harsh sphere Till I die I guess it would be me myself and I Enjoying my funny and scary ride Living my boring life © Ojsegun

Stupidity is ME

Why do I end up being the stupid? Being hurt and left without nothing

Mr.Darkness and Me

This poem describes a boy walking in the night, he dies and go's to heaven without feeling pain or knowing that he passed on to the after life

The man in me

A poem out of inspiration to finding the man I am.

A fool like me

This poem speaks about my struggle for love, I am being treated as a fool, being mislead to being love but in the end I was not love at all

Think of Me

Remember me as a pen in your hand— You hold so I can stand, You guide me so I can walk; Persistent in letters and talk. Think of me as a tree— I grow as I stay with thee, To bear much fruit for you and me, I'll be still and be so merry. Imagine me as a bed— Lie in me if you're tired, A good sleep is all you need In you I'm perfectly suited. Meditate me as a waterfall— Consistently flowing but peaceful, Much relaxing and so cool, A company with you so meaningful.

Happy birthday to me

Thank you God for everything ❤️

LOVE ME FOREVER, I WILL BE WITH YOU WHENEVER

The scribbles of your name on my fleshless skull Found their way to my untamed soul There presence landed on my un beating heart You were a spirit worth the wait Funny how lack of flesh comes with no cold embraces your sockets give me the warmest stares Smiles with no lips yet am the happiest there can ever be We are not meant for their world For we hold our own Its beauty in our darkness In each others fleshless arms We dare to breath Our bones are one Our breathe is unlimited Because till dea

The Bodi (or Me’en) people

The Bodi (or Me’en) people are one of the tribes living in the Omo-Turkana Basin, in the swamps east of the Omo waterway. Bodi is the name that the government authority and foreigners use for them, however, the Bodi people call themselves the Me’en. Me’en is an encompassing clan of multiple tribes, two of which make up the Bodi. Their populace is around 10,000. Among the Me’en people, the Bodi is viewed as the nearest devotees to their ancestry through their act of pastoralism . The cows that th

The Echo Of Me

Is the person reflected in the mirror truly a version of yourself? Or are they merely a figment of your imagination? This piece touches on the subject of finding the best version of one's self in a world filled with doubt and dreams.

Let me be free

the freedom to be happy, to roam around

The broken me

When you feel love be ready to suffer, be ready to feel pain

Sonnet 7: will you still love me?

Sonnet 7: will you still love me? When this beauty fades will you still love me? This was her words questioning my intentions. I dwell in my mind before I manifest my Revelations, being analytical and honest not to be crème. My answer is the truth it do not decay with time for I don't want to be a subject of prosecution, and only truth will be my protection. Here is my answer for "will you still love me?" The subject of my love is the subject of your conduct. I love the peace that has bonded int

Gilgit baltistan skardu

Natural and beautiful world 🌍