Dont Judge People by Their Looks
Essay by Paul • December 12, 2011 • Essay • 687 Words (3 Pages) • 2,291 Views
Don;t judge people by their looks. Some people can be nice on the inside even though they are ugly. Who cares if they are ugly? Talent matters and personality also matters. Are you the eldest? Parents usually make most mistake. Parenting on the eldest child. Wait until they say nothing to younger siblings for doing things that they bust your chops over! My sister got away with murder compared to the grief I got. Talk to your parents in a way that you show them that you are sincere and honest that you really didn't do it. you know, parents have soft spots too, just don't let your temper explode while talking to them! So what is wrong with them? Parents are like that. They assume things. The rain shot down from the sky, like bullets from a gun. The wind was howling in my ear, the mist was fogging up my vision. We crept along the cobbled path until we lost site of the world we knew of, nothing mattered now. We ran. We could feel our lungs compress, our breaths shorten as we quickened our pace. I want them to live a life surrounded by love and passion, not an abhorrent devotion of misleading faith. The rain shot down from the sky, like bullets from a gun. The wind was howling in my ear, the mist was fogging up my vision. We crept along the cobbled path until we lost site of the world we knew of, nothing mattered now. We ran. We could feel our lungs compress, our breaths shorten as we quickened our pace. I want them to live a life surrounded by love and passion, not an abhorrent devotion of misleading faith. The rain shot down from the sky, like bullets from a gun. The wind was howling in my ear, the mist was fogging up my vision. We crept along the cobbled path until we lost site of the world we knew of, nothing mattered now. We ran. We could feel our lungs compress, our breaths shorten as we quickened our pace. I want them to live a life surrounded by love and passion, not an abhorrent devotion of misleading faith. The rain shot down from the sky, like bullets from a gun. The wind was howling in my ear, the mist was fogging up my vision. We crept along the cobbled path until we lost site of the world we knew of, nothing mattered now. We ran. We could feel our lungs compress, our breaths shorten as we quickened our pace. I want them to live a life surrounded by love and passion, not an abhorrent devotion of misleading faith. The rain shot down from the sky, like bullets from a gun. The wind was howling in my ear, the mist was fogging up my vision. We crept along the cobbled path until we lost site of the world we knew of, nothing mattered now. We ran. We could feel our lungs compress, our breaths shorten as we quickened our pace. I want them to live a life surrounded by love and passion, not an abhorrent devotion of misleading faith. The rain shot down from the sky, like bullets from a gun. The wind was howling in my ear, the mist was fogging up my vision. We crept along the cobbled path until we lost site of the world we knew of, nothing
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