Chrispin Johnson Biography

The whispers of the trees.
The ripples of the oceans.
The clapping of thunder.
The might of lightening.
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Never did I ever think of the definition of a hero.
Is a hero someone who defends the innocent who can’t defend themselves?

Does a hero need's to be arcane? Is a hero someone who thinks of others first?
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I need you as the flower needs the sun
My love for you burns as bright as the sun.
I eager for your touch every second we are apart.
I eager for you to feed my beating heart, you are the air that i breath, your eyes are as beautiful as the stars that lingers above the sky, your smile so
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Tis the season to be merry, the snow falling
gently looking like millions of fairies, shoppers
scuffling along busy streets. the month were kids tried to
get on the jolly bearded man's good list hoping he will bring them
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September 11 an ordinary day, wake up to the sound of the alarm.
A husband says goodbye to a wife, a wife says goodbye to husband. A dad says goodbye to his kids, a mother says goodbye to her kids, heading to their final destinations not realising that will be goodbye for ever.

A man, a woman arrives at the towers of doom. To them another tuesday just like every other tuesday, filling out paperworks, answering phones not knowing their lives were about to be deprived from them.
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