Steven'zworld.

I have been struck Deeper than any wound gotten Heart is bleeding Pulse slowly fading This must be a dream One I must wake up from I finally get to read your words And how cruel were they You possibly never meant that I was all your's I lived for you I breath for you Nothing was more precious Than to be called yours truly How could you?" The world is cruel enough Adding yours would be the death of me Please take them back Renounce those harsh words. Tell me it was never you Lie to me Just this once And maybe after

I have seen a lot of this thread created but never believed I would experience it firsthand.. Is true that this is a very small world and our past keeps track of us even if we have no idea. Am going make this really brief mainly because I never thought it would happen. In 2014, I was robbed(picked-pocket) to be precise on my way to buy petrol for my gen..This dude came up to me and acted like we knew each other way back. Of course I had no idea who this mad man was but since the environment was a little bit crowded, I felt no need to make a fuse. So I humbly told the guy to free me. Been the tush boy I was from covenant uni, screaming, yelling and any form of rebellion had been stripped from me.. Totally forgetting my iPad(mini) was in one of my back pockets, my wallet and fone in the next, I was getting angry that this tout was still insisting he had seen me before. Before i could say jack, I was been held by the waist and dragged from one point to the another by this p

Having Faith But they should let you in.its just two marks. Am sorry Sir, we don't do things like that here..We stand for integrity. How happy was I to hear that. My eyes still on Sandra, I could only think of how sorry I was for her.Now she has to go find a uni or wait an extra year. Here comes her parents.Hope they react not too bad as mine did. Sandra how was it?.How did you perform??.. I scored 98% mom and did the oral interview. They said they needed a recommendation letter from daddy. Then what are you waiting for?. Get a sheet of paper.can I borrow your pen please.That question thrown to my sister's husband.How ironic. See the girl you talking to, she passed.98% for that matter.The next words coming out of his mouth. What???....she passed???...still not able to close my mouth.Now I truly feel sad.At the verge of bursting into real tears. Why would she let me blab on and on about failing with pride.She must be thinking am now one dull boy who couldn

My Difficult Ordeal Experience Let me start by saying I have not the slightest clue of how I became this "monster" been tagged on the head by the public. I have always loved the female world. The beauty flowing through the very core of their veins. Every figure being carefully crafted by a skilled craftsman. But like any other individual, the skeletons in my cupboard are yearning for expression. Being part of a family of seven(7) with a majority of six(6) girls, I have had little glimpses of the female world. Though hard to decipher makes it worthwhile to watch every move and tantrums been thrown. Perceive every step and choices made. Every struggle felt a thousand times harder. This I found out has totally affected my structure. My very being and my thinking. My first encounter happened with Sandra the first girl I had a crush on.Totally beautiful beyond words, lips aligned to perfection. Being in a house filled with girls, fate as twisted as she is granted