Swot Analysis For Beauty Saloon

Rose of death

I walked through the streets, my tears with blood
my hands from knives are the witnesses of my anger
my cries fully silence the lack
every word and the souls of the victims complain every murder
and I go disappear through the streets in silent shrine in
the dark and be all alone
be there I will free myself from earthly goods and
aufgehn in death as in a fiery blaze
I forget memory and draw the sword
I check the blade to its value
in anticipation of death I'm there
and wait in silence on the death of the first word
and my tears are like beads of blood
I wear them as jewelry, they reflect my anger
these bloody tears them apart, now my grave
since falling out of the darkness a rose down

Rose of death, drops of blood
dreams about dying, life and courage
strength to fight, and again no more
a heart full of longing and yet so empty.
Rose of death, bouquets of red
black instead of life, hopes dead
dark dreams, despair and pain
and again this longing in the heart.

I walk through the streets, this rose in your hand
bloody rain has burned my hand
the beauty of the Rose leads me into the darkness of death by
portal
outside of time where I will be receiving the death of his black
he hands me his hand and he leads me into
he dresses in tears in the pearls of my blood
and forges a chain in the love of my courage
then he takes me over and creates me a grave
and we walk together in the halls down
where we wait in silence until the end of the night
and I wear the chain he made for me
and the rose of death, little pearl of my happiness
remains as the last witness of my tears
bloodier than it is today only a drop on the ground floor
blood-soaked rock.

Rose of death, drops of blood
dreams of dying, of life and courage
strength to fight, and again no more
a heart full of longing and yet so empty.
Rose of death, bouquets of red
black instead of life, hopes dead
dark dreams, despair and pain
and again this longing in the heart.
Rose of death, silver sheen
bloody swords, my blood alone
broken souls, screaming pain
love dying, dying heart
Rose of death, drops of blood
cup of sorrow, anger
silver beads are tears, blood, the substance
and I will carry, at the last dance.

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So now that I've found that even today no Valentine's Day is, I had in mind that finding and make known to use the opportunity to once again to declare and publicly that avarchillion I love. Now, I could here pictures of roses or other green stuff (or Rotzeug, whatever) add to the whole, probably the valentine's sense just to make, but it's exactly what should not be the point, right? It is, after all, not Valentine's Day and he should be committed ... So in joy that roses are perhaps not more than twice as expensive as they are on the said days and the period is usually around him. Also to note is the joy that now that we are today in a non-Valentine's Day are, roses are more beautiful as they were in just said, special days. For are not roses every day of the year more beautiful than this? Is it not true that kindness does not count as high, if they happen only noticeable on this one day? But what we want to say ... Despite this knowledge, there are not enough creatures that would give nevertheless offended, they would not be considered on that day in a special way? Well, that is completely disagree, though, the little creature that I is included with other beings, and partly from outside and sometimes themselves, it agreed that roses better on other days are like on that at which they not infrequently forced or at the very least presents from duty, and therefore, despite their exorbitant prices, which determine not the value of a rose or the related attention, this value can only by the love with which it was given to be measured, not the beauty of a may outweigh small act of love in daily life. It may provide an incentive, they may enjoy and can create new, but can live with the love only if it also finds its place in everyday life. Now this is not necessarily what can be understood by ordinary, but it is not enforced and not tied to a day. If I'm honest, I will mention that this line of detection and the general blah's not just the drive out were my insignificant opinion get rid of and put my love for avarchillion new express, but even though at first unconsciously only, and yet I was moved this to the letter to begin at all to me, knowing to lose in what I probably succeeded to some extent, and I want to presume anything, even to prevent the exercise of other activities. Of course I would never in the sense that this writing and their intention even remotely might have something to do with the math test on Thursday, which I happen to have to learn something in that, apart from yours truly, probably learn anyway all already, and I, even while I know I am in the remaining time, for example, and of far-fetched, tomorrow hardly enough elapsing find something, and yet more the desire feel my little iBook to employ, we assume, for example, and just as far-fetched a Shooter, which I of course would never play, or even very pretty, a book, as befits a decent girl with good education, without of course I would never Winnetou, the last I should not even read ... and I would not do so many things like, and can, I am left her by the theory for a long time considered a math learning ... and a few elapsed insignificant moments are lost in these lines, which have now served well and almost exclusively for this purpose. In principle, it is not fair. These lines have now is the time in which I invested in them, yet they could never play them, no, they need more and more, pass away or they perish and are forgotten. If they are not powered on through time, which is dedicated to them, they go out, if not their state between 0 and 1, then at least in the minds of people. To obtain these lines further, which are purchased through time and different, they need additional time and otherwise be paid to stop them do not live. The longer they remain without time, the longer them no attention is paid and the longer they rest in oblivion, the more it will take time to understand its contents again and take their meaning and to understand their words. It is time that passes without that part of it, no matter how insignificant and small, wasted on these lines is complicated not only the interpretation of the words in their context, to recognize them and their original meanings within a time that is not repeatable, is heavier and heavier. But so be it and so it should be. So I will close this blah, not to use the remaining time for acquiring mathematical skills, but otherwise shared, as can be found. Only one thing is not said, and from this I hope to walk or importance yet lost understanding of selbige words ever, because this should be, well not necessarily in this particular case, but applied to the central importance of the key term in this statement, in general, then is not only an understanding of low loss nature, but this is also a part of what makes you feel the world is still a piece of divinity and live.
The statement is simple, yet meaningful, if they sincerely and honestly meant, and it also deletes only the last word, there is nothing that is bound to this specific instance,
I love you, avarchillion!

Tarí (which should now learn math, but it will not do :-))

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blood -rejected

I'm bleeding
the knife cut my wrist
but before that I used my fist to smash the mirror

Which reflected the
I felt pain when you

rejected my love and my heart that I gave
and now I flee and seek hide in a grave
of my pain and loneliness of a death inside
and I aready died.



jaja ... one of my school poems .....

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dance in the fire

dance in the fire, little heart
dance and lose yourself there,
because where the suffering and pain are only

like the wind,
evaporate like fog,
the fire burned,
of nimble feet carried them
the world is still a beautiful place.

flow with the water, my soul
flow 'and never come back, you never
that goal in mind the lack
fled as far
but as time
into the distance by the wind

blown away by dark forces
been obscured and my little eyes removed. can not