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My dearest sister
you are beautiful and kind
i care for you so much
both your heart and mind.
There has started a war
in this family of ours
they give my soul an unseen scar
Fighting for so many hours
But still you wont fight.
Not against me, at least
you do not lose your sight
in such cruel feast
beautiful sister of mine
you can be at ease
let you smile once again shine
when we together restore peace.
you are beautiful and kind
i care for you so much
both your heart and mind.
There has started a war
in this family of ours
they give my soul an unseen scar
Fighting for so many hours
But still you wont fight.
Not against me, at least
you do not lose your sight
in such cruel feast
beautiful sister of mine
you can be at ease
let you smile once again shine
when we together restore peace.
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"Adelaiiiiiiiiiide....Aaaaaaaaadelaiii duh..." she hummed as lullingly as a lullably, as gently and as certain as a hummingbird's beating wings.
I awoke before I lifted my lids, such an easy thing to do. Open the eyes yet still not waken from sleep, sometimes not even through the day nor several series of days...this is quite frequent for me for I am a dreamer and dreaming requires deep sleeping, as deep as a bear hibernates in a safe, warm cave until the unforgiving frost of winter has given itself away to the tender tendrils of warm, sweet as honey sun rays that fill the air with a lemon zestyness and a minty mellowness, all that which enc
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I want a ticket to anywhere
With a girl who would dare
To challenge reality...
Someone who would sit
And simply see
Who I am,
Who I can be...
A girl with the most beautiful eyes
The universe has seen
Where only truth radiates
Eyes that see through all the lies...
A adventurous spirit
Who can see beyond this world
Into the vastness untold
Of the pages that be...
A soul free of the city ties
Of the chains that weigh us down
Free from all the tries
To be someone in town...
Of the softest hair
Waving like the ocean
Without the slightest care
Drifting slowly to somewhere
A girl with a huge heart
That does have a part
Solely for me
Just there
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When I was a child, I was afraid of ...
When I was a child, I was afraid of walking home alone in the dark. In the winters, especially, just walking home from school was something that truly terrified me. It terrified me, as I was a child with a great imagination. Not seeing what was around me in the woods I would have to walk through to get home only made it worse. Because even when I couldn’t see, I could still hear and I could still feel. I could hear every little noise that was created by something out there. I heard the wind rustling the trees, the crunching of snow under my boots, and that godforsaken rumbling and rustling I would never know the origin of.
During my lo
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