Free points <3 There once was a girl
With harsh blue eyes
Although all around her
None heard her mental cries
They constantly used her
For their own self-gain
But little did they know
She knew how to inflict pain
There once was a girl
With sandy blonde hair
Her fake friends were false
She knew they didn’t care
They constantly used her
To climb the ladder of fame
But little did they know
She knew their wretched game

There once was a girl
Who hated all
Try to be her friend? Ha!
You’d be talking to a wall
She might’ve been accepting
Once upon a time
But fake kindness has hurt her
Her hate - justice for the crime

Hat do the words partial, palatial, and potential have in common? they have the same prefix. they have the same suffix. they have similar meanings. they have the same word root.

The courage that my mother had went with her, and is with her still: rock from new england quarried; now granite in a granite hill. the golden brooch my mother wore she left behind for me to wear; i have no thing i treasure more: yet, it is something i could spare. oh, if instead she'd left to me the thing she took into the grave! - that courage like a rock, which she has no more need of, and i have. based on the 2nd stanza, how does the speaker feel about the golden brooch that was passed down from the mother to child? question 2 options: a: the speaker thinks it was a waste of money b: the speaker places a high value on the item c: the speaker never wears the brooch d: the speaker feels it could be easily replaced

Which summary of a story about a ship crashing into an iceberg is the most subjective