Name: Sim Dane Raga
Date: 9-17-15
Period: 2
Outline: The Teenager was Sad?
Introduction
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Type Essay Here: The night was filled with heat and the sound of crackling flames and all he could do was feel everything he had worked hard for and loved crumble before him with three simple words: “I don’t know.” Memories flashed through his mind and pierced him like daggers, filling him with pain. He shook and was in total disbelief to the fact that he had just lost his world, his purpose in living. He felt like his whole future was gone like the people he had forgotten and ignored and pushed away in his overzealous and obsessive belief in what he thought was his life’s purpose or the years he had spent with her. The years he had spent for her. So overwhelmed with what had just happened, he fell to his knees and sorrow fell from his eyes.
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He couldn’t stop hurting even if he wanted to. He felt, no he knew he deserved it. A pit developed in his stomach and throughout his whole body he felt this all affecting him. It was ruining him, and he had no one to blame but himself. He regretted what he had done. Pushed her away, became too controlling, and brought things to a full circle. He had put her into a relationship like the one she had that she also had to end. End. Everything has an end.
The overflow of tears came to subside but the his pain did not. He continued waking every morning feeling sick with all that he is, all he has done, and all that he might be, and questioning if there is any hope for him. He had been hit hard with truth and he kept feeling as if he had collided with a car. Like the great Roman Empire or the Dynasties of China. The Rules of kings and the feeling of happiness. Nothing lasts forever, but he felt like he would feel like this for an
Memories of the night before became a vivid memory in the recesses of his dimly lit mind, underneath the sunlight's intruding yet blissful gaze and the sensation of silk against his bare skin felt like a euphoria, a river of midnight encased his slender figure and with the scrunch of his refined nose and furrowed knit of his thin eyebrows, he rose from his slumber. Delicate fingertips leisurely danced across the silken sheets which lost its assuaging warmth only to discern that he was gone, Padding through the spacious house far too big for two alone to fill, and too much of a burden for one to find comfort in. To see his lover, clad in a suit that managed to take his breath away immediately
He then realized that he must have to find forgiveness in himself, to forgive himself for all the time he wasted and for making mistakes like leaving her and treating her that
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As Oekeke awoke, he shifted in his bed with a pain coming from his chest. It wasn’t a pain that made you clench up and scream, he knew from that moment something was very wrong. He tried to open his at last, from when he awoke his eyes were still weary but it seemed as though he was stuck in time. His heart pumped faster and his mind was propelling from left to right to across the back and back. All he could think of was his family, but with such confusion he could hardly focus on the realty of his situation. It was a sensation he’d never felt ever before, and as he saw his life flash by him he knew the only thing he could do was to wait it out. The old man finally grasped control of his life covered in sweat and disorientation. He asked
The author also effectively supports his thesis through pathos. To evoke strong emotion in his readers, Jones appeals to the audience’s feeling of vulnerability in their youth. Recognizing that during adolescence most people feel powerless, he tells engaging stories of his own and his son’s rise to power through comic books to give the audience something to connect to. As these stories are told, readers reminisce about those days, and feel joy in knowing that there was a happy ending. The feelings created make the audience look positively at the essay and relate to it.
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Today review evidence-based treatment fashion in Children and adolescents. We will also review new Suicide Prevention guidelines
Somewhere at the south side of Virginia, the night was beautiful with the full moon shining in the dark sky. My cellphone rang, it was my uncle Mr. Jackson sounding hopeless, devastated, and finding difficulties in expressing himself about what did happened to him. My heart started beating so fast than it was supposed to, and still couldn’t understand why at that certain moment. Then, my uncle said that my brother Luke, who was shoot five times on the chest at the bust stop could not make it. Luke is death. Afterward, I found myself like in the desert; lost while contemplating the lights from my neighbor’s houses, looking from left to right while my wife was telling my kids some stories to make them sleep. Now I am sitting her in this dark corner, wondering if my brother was now in a better place after what he has been through. Sadly, the only thing that I am kept with are the memories from our childhood back on the 20s during the “Jazz Age.”
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That night I got up to go to the bathroom as usual. It was a small apartment where the only bathroom was in my parents’ bedroom. As I entered the room the fresh night air hit me, and the smell of an oncoming rain filled my lungs. The open window drew my attention. It was an old wooden casement window almost as big as the entire wall and nevertheless my favorite spot in the house. The stunning and panoramic scene from that window placed facing west was the perfect place to talk. There, we spent a lot of afternoon together with pointless conversations and a live picture. However, that night, gray threatening clouds were filling the sky. There was not any star to see.