When the world cries for Timmy (fake essay)

I remember the day of death of my beloved cat, Timmy. It was raining day. After a harsh days of struggle against cystitis, this tiny life escaped her small cage forever without any regret. I felt tangled. Why the world the God took this poor and weak creature?

However I also know, that I should understand the providence of great God. If there's one precious lesson I gained from this experience, that is the patience and courage in front of the death. Now I know that I'll stand still roughly in front of the death of my parents, grandparents, friends, and even me. I believe this is one of the most royal and noblest virtue which you, the college officers want from the applicants. 

I have a bunch of other stories to support my matured attitude towards the world and life, but it will only let my readers tired and boring. For this reason, I finish this essay with my poem about the tangled feeling I felt in front of Timmy's dead body.

Tangled

Shooting your gun into the dark

Let’s see who fires back

When a bite comes without a bark

Who's gonna watch your back

So little in so much time has been tasted

You wasted all that we had

Maybe we were wrong from the start

Because we are sorry,

Sorry excuses for love

Summer's never coming again

We will tangle in the wind and rain, oh

It's ok with me though

I will just keep my radar low

If you knew what I know

It's nothing new at all

But love stay with me

Love stay with me