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chasing butterflys,
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...

these are in our dreams.

if 狗 bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?

things we question.

watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.

things we enjoy.

so, as 你 can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.

little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked 由 most,
kits can see them and 爱情 them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.

but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?

of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?

the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?

will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
或者 will that time,
be done?
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I know 你 won't let go of me
You're my greatest faceless enemy
Though all 你 do is hurt me
I guess misery loves company...
And 你 won't let me leave 你 lonely....
Though sometimes 你 speak so soothingly....
I almost don't want 你 to leave me....
I'll suffer very slowly....
Because 你 know just what to say to me.....
To keep me here, knowingly.
Because this is just the way it must be.

I have no choice
Because your voice...
It keeps me here...
So I can not fear.
The most difficult thing...
Is the ring ring in my ear...
Telling me to let go
That I don't belong here...
But I feel instantly drawn
To the bloody...
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~Kem
As I look from the clear stream 2 the rusted barb-wire fence and back 2 the house where the 乌鸦 was still perched in the window frame. The window itself was shattered long ago. Various pieces still clung 2 the wood, stubborn and determined not 2 be moved. The 乌鸦 had strangely blue eyes as dark as the night slowly blanketing the sky. It stared at me with those deep blue eyes, but seemed 2 stare through me instead of just at me. And I, of course, stared back, wondering why it was here...and why it seemed....familiar... “of course I remember u...” I whisper, recognition sparking in...
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