The Distant

BothEyes the color of the eldest of trees, Hair straight with a light wave of wind, And skin the color of the suns sandy beach, But she is one made as oil with water With no mix, just parts in the same glass.Both
So what then is she; this single person? Both ingredients call to her rich heart, Though one more abundant than the other They speak to her in a tug-o-war.
Pick me they cry in whispers of pride, Trying to pull her from sturdy ground. Pick me! See how you are like me And they point to those features; Those eyes, that hair, that skin.
The Stressed
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Only God can judge me.
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Anything can be found beautiful by someone.
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Only God can judge me.
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"Even though I'm more popular, we do have some things in common." - Brittany
"Breathing?" - Daria
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Anything can be found beautiful by someone.
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"Even though I'm more popular, we do have some things in common." - Brittany
"Breathing?" - Daria
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Am I alive and dreaming, or dead and remembering? --Metallica
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"And how can we win,
When fools can be kings..." ~Muse
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