I stare at the clouds, and the quiet fury of rain. I stand under this pouring sky, under the grieving clouds, and it feels so cold here. Like the breezes in the west coast of england, seeping into each part of my flesh. I flick open a book, it read, "Remember love, it is more important than remembering somebody's name." Tonight, I discovered that this is what I have achieved.
My exams are coming! Argh i'm going crazy...... God save me! i need some music to keep me going...
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And you, what have you done?
On the trunk of a tree, a young girl
Filled with joy, carved out her name
The tree, touched to the core
Let a flower drop down to the girl.
I am the tree, sad and moved
You are the girl who wounded my bark
I will always treasure your beloved name
And you, what have you done with my poor flower?
posted by betty chan at 11:02 AM
i used to be a ballerina when i was 7. wearing those pink satin dancing shoes every week. i loved those long ribbons. one day i had to make a decision, and i decided i was not going to dance again. i decided i wasn't going to be a ballerina, but someone else... would you wanna know what I have become??
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