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growed uplittle girl walking the world is so big her steps are small and her mittens dont fit snow is falling it nips at her cheeks her thoughts swirl back and forthgrowed up
the most colourful hues no one will see so complex is the talented mind so small the result percieved of beauty yet undefined alien to the confines of the world she'll try to run
before forced to let go.
The Point
patienceWe can not see us as we areThey see each other as so tall A better man that will not fall They do not know the truth's so far We can not see us as we areWe can not see us as we are
I see myself as a whitherd tree Compaired to the one who made me Yet he sees me as a redeemed star We can not see us as we are
They undermine me in every way And I believe the things they say Until I see who holds the par We can not see us as we are
| I am Cat and cat I am. I like to eat green eggs and ham. ACTUALLY I think it'd be pretty cool if there really were green eggs, it'd be a variety from the usual yellow. Anyways ,I'm just the kind of girl who falls asleep in math class dreaming in vivid colours cause she stayed up too late drawing pictures of people and places in her head, or writing something or trying to master the art of kicking the hacky sack or just because the voices got too loud again. I'm the kind of person only a very small number of people really know, with a temper on the side, although hidden underneath alot of colourful layers,...and who needs a constant level of running everywhere to keep that balance there. Because thats just that. I also think that a sheet of paper and a pencil are a basic necessities in life, if only to yell out my anger and express utter joy in ways plain old talking just can't capture. Because talking is not my thing, I much prefer the written word.I also like hanging upside down (it makes the colours look brighter) all in all my life is one bright happy strange mess with which I trust God with.  |
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Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.
— Charles Baudelaire
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Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.
— Charles Baudelaire
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Look at the dead outside my window. Wonder what's on their mind? ~ In Flames
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