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I had saved Bruno's life. He knew it was too dangerous to be on a mounain, he teleported to the Apache Junction. Unknowing where we were, we camped out. We heard someone walking outside and when we walked out, it was Apache Indians. They started talking, they were speaking Indian so we couldn't tell what they were saying. Bruno threw red circles at their necks, and when they landed, they started speaking english. One of them sinabi " Why are you here? This is the Junction! Get Out!" Me and Bruno looked at each other. We ran as fast as we could, but, I wasn't fast enough. They grabbed me sa pamamagitan ng the hair and pulled me away. Luckily, Bruno put his hand in the bon-fire and threw the apoy at the indians. The ran away with so much fear, they fell off a cliff. Bruno grabbed my hand until the reached a forest, there was a small waterfall sa pamamagitan ng the forest.
Everyone has a red glass window.It's called your heart.People's windows differ from others,some windows are shaded out and don't let any light come in and than there are some windows that are open to whatever goes pass their them.
Is your window open or closed out?
Would you let the air in if you had the chance?
My window has been open for quite some time and the same gush of wind keeps coming in and I've grown to pag-ibig and need that one breath that air gives me.But that gush of wind I've grown to pag-ibig sometimes easily breaks my window with it's power.But yet can easily fix my window up again with it's strength.It is a constant fight between letting that gush of wind in because I'm afraid of the wind breaking my window once more.But that same gush of wind I'm so scared of but yet pag-ibig so much,loves me as well but that wind can spread far.Far enough to other people's windows as well.
Always an constant fight between the wind and the window!
Is your window open or closed out?
Would you let the air in if you had the chance?
My window has been open for quite some time and the same gush of wind keeps coming in and I've grown to pag-ibig and need that one breath that air gives me.But that gush of wind I've grown to pag-ibig sometimes easily breaks my window with it's power.But yet can easily fix my window up again with it's strength.It is a constant fight between letting that gush of wind in because I'm afraid of the wind breaking my window once more.But that same gush of wind I'm so scared of but yet pag-ibig so much,loves me as well but that wind can spread far.Far enough to other people's windows as well.
Always an constant fight between the wind and the window!
