When I was four years old, my dad and I [WOL] a tree in our front yard. It was a tiny, fragile sapling. He promised me that it would grow tall and strong, but he said that I had to be patient. Until I turned 18 years old, Dad and I [WOL] it every year on my birthday. Fill in the blanks in order.
plant . . . . measure
plant . . . . measured
planted . . . . measure
planted . . . . measured

i think it's either 'to expose the corruption of the communists in russia', or 'to criticize animal brutality by communists in russia.'  

hope this ! : )

(i'm bad at sudden poems so don't yell at me i'm trying to represent sadness or something like that but its real hard)

at the age of 4, she thought everything was better.

she was innocent, she was joyful, despite the predictions about the bad weather.

at the age of 10, she started to figure things out.

in life, in its meaning, she started to doubt.

at the age of 14, she was filled with depression, anxiety and fear,

that nobody cared about her, and death was drawing near.

at the age of 17, her sleeves got longer, her will got shorter, until she couldn't take it anymore.

she left this earth with a rope, chair and to the heavens she would soar.