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♥ THE USED TO BE .
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Boredom leads to this.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
5:13 PM

I want to fly like a bird.
I want to swim like a fish.
We can do anything, if we please.

I want to blow like the breeze.
I want to flow like the sea.
I can be anything, or just be me.

Turn like a pinwheel,
Float like a balloon.
You can go as far as the moon.

Dream like the dreamer,
Wish on wishing stars.
Sleep like a baby in your mother's arms.

I want to be as tall as a tree.
Anything's possible, as you can see;
Well, the only impossible is you loving me.


-Cess (Sept. 18. 2008)


Excuse the poem, I was browsing around the net and suddenly I thought of this. So, there. Enjoy?


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Brown-eyes. Curly hair. Short. 15. Mind works too little, heart works too much.



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