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[ bericht aangepast op 17 juni 2012 - 22:30 ]

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

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AWESUM

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Dat zal ik met deze zeker doen, ik moet en zal gewoon de hoofdprijs winnen haha.

You always have a choice in life, it's sometimes just

Dragneel schreef:
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Dank, dank.
Ik heb net hun twee personages af op Paint:
Kira.
Evan.

You always have a choice in life, it's sometimes just

Ik ga theedrinken (;

You always have a choice in life, it's sometimes just

Meh, het schrijven lukt niet ;c

Un rêve peut mourir mais on n'enterre jamais l'avenir.

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Wauw die zien er zó vet uit!

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Dankje.
Ik ga ze nu op mijn Deviantart uploaden, je kunt ze daar bekijken.
Klik.

Un rêve peut mourir mais on n'enterre jamais l'avenir.

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Haha ik snap. Londen is niet niets ^^

stay safe because I like being alive at the same time as you

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HEY JIJ HEBT DEVIANTART. Ik ook, alleen doe ik er nooit wat mee lol :')

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HEY JIJ HEBT DEVIANTART. Ik ook, alleen doe ik er nooit wat mee lol :')

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Ik vond dit net op deviantART. Ik vond het best mooi eigenlijk.

It's hard to believe that children nowadays have a favourite colour. Blinded by what they're told to believe in, by what they see and hear. It's hard to believe that children are able to form an opinion and tell the world. Adults tell them what is right from wrong and teach them what they have been taught by those before them. But is this really what children should be hearing? Should they not have the right to see the truth, the things that go on behind closed door's. Too young they say. Too small to understand. But we know more than they think. We've seen and heard things that no-one ever thought we would know. We are not blind or dumb. We can think for our selves. They look out for us, telling us its okay. We don't need to worry about the world far beyond our own four walls. But we know what goes far beyond the boarders of our country. There are those who suffer because of lack of food. People caught in a war which was not theirs to begin with. The colours that we see, are the ones we're forced to see. Told that red is the colour of war. Black is the colour of darkness and brown is the colour of dirt. Children see things that they have been living with all their life. The modern world takes over the minds of the innocent ones, forcing them to create lies behind masks.
Who are we? Are the colours in this world not supposed to represent who we are as an individual, as a whole?
We don't separate objects or people by colour we see them as a one, yet society is telling us we should. People today see this world in black and white. Two colours nothing more. Black for all the dark things that have been happening in the past. Black for what goes on unheard of. Black to represent the things never to be spoken of. And white. White for the lies being spread to give people hope. White for the light being shed on people who have no right to be seen as good. White for the images, the pictures the masks they hide behind to make it seem as if they are happy. And black and white to separate the good from the bad.
I have a favourite colour. It's yellow, but I see it nowhere. I can't see yellow in the colouring pencils on my desk, knowing children like me may have never had the chance to use them. I can't see the yellow in the sun for it is only a ball of fire that people have died under. And I can not see the yellow in the stars for they are just lights, flying past giving us nothing to depend on.
A favourite colour is what makes a child who they are. It makes them different, special knowing something in this world is related to them. One small colour that has meaning and makes them smile despite the things being told and said in this world.
But I don't know if they have one. For some have never even seen every colour there is. Some only know the colour brown, for it is the dirt they see in their water. Some only know the colour black for it is the darkness that takes over their mind as they walk through nothing but loneliness. Some only know the colour red, because of the war they have been walking through for the many days of their lives.
I have a favourite colour, but I wish to share it with the other children and tell them what I see, instead of just what they see.

Un rêve peut mourir mais on n'enterre jamais l'avenir.

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Ik vond dit net op deviantART. Ik vond het best mooi eigenlijk.
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Ahwwness.

Un rêve peut mourir mais on n'enterre jamais l'avenir.

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uhuh ._.

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Clint schreef:
Ik vond dit net op deviantART. Ik vond het best mooi eigenlijk.
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