sad little boy all that what he was, nothing more or less. Maybe the saddest one i ever known in my entire life. In the beginning he was happy, and he enjoyed life. He had some deep and pure feelings on his heart, nobody could ever see or understand, because no body didn't really seems to care about his feelings. He was different from the other kids, the idea he had was unique. His parents was often mad at him because of his wrong valuations of life. His father always told him that he couldn't make it to far on this world with that kind of stupid ideas he had. Love came on the first place for for the little kid, but according to his parents, love was nonsense. Knowledge was on the second place to the little kid, but according to his parents, knowledge was equal to money. Trust came in the third place, but his fatter always told him not to trust even on his own father. He had to much feelings and to much love, and yet more to grow, but he needed some response, like the flower who needed sunshine. He didn't get any sunshine to his leaves. The kids father had right about trust, because the first person who abandoned him was his own father. Now he knew the truth about trust and he admired his father, because he told him the truth about trust. He always taught, that the purest love was the mothers love to her kid, until he was left alone by his mother. But he still believed in love, until he was left alone by the only one girl he loved. There was only knowledge left, it was worth something, he made many friends by his incredible knowledge, until the friends he made could see he was a fraud. They where disappointed by the kids knowledge, his idea was nothing worth, they couldn't be rich by his knowledge. Then they left him one by one. Now he was all alone, he didn't believe in love, he didn't trust anyone, and he didn't care about the birds, butterflies or the flowers. he was only sad, sad and lonely little boy. He should listen to the parents advice. He waisted eighty years, to find out that his parent was right, and he didn't made to far on this world.

By Suat Y.

Have you ever lived in a place you never liked? Did you always dreamt of some other distant land, but never got the chance to live there? But have a hope to be there someday?
I feel like I am a bird in a golden cage with a dream of thorny bushes. Then of course I am thinking of the birds situation to, do birds have a dream? Do they feel strange to life's in cage? Even if they were born there? I don’t know, maybe they do, may be they don't, I have to be bird to understand the situation. One and only thing I know, it's hard to live like that for me. I tried to love my cage, I kept telling my self that my cage was golden, warm, there is lots of stuff to eat and drink and there was newer to cold, or to hot. My heart won’t listen to me. I don’t know what to do, if I listen to my heart and fly away from my comfy cage, then I would maybe die in the cold and brutal but even so beauty land. The land itself is not actually cold and brutal, it's just because I am strange to the land. But I could be lucky and learn how to fly. Maybe my heart will burn in joy and melt the coldness in the land, make warmth to my wings and bring the spring to the cold land in my dreams. Then again even if I died, I would die happy.
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