09-12-2013, 07:35 PM
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Member
How Do You Identify?:
A soul for a compass and a heart for a pair of wings.
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All I ask of living is to have no chains on me.
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All I own are the strides I spend to the finish line.
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Somewhere in between here and gone.
Posts: 662
Thanks: 110
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Just a small boy on her bike.
When I was a boy, I scared the pants off of my mom,
Climbed what I could climb up on.
And I don't know how I survived--
I guess I knew the tricks that all boys knew.
And you can walk me home,
But I was a boy, too.
When I was a girl, my mom and I, we always talked,
And I picked flowers everywhere that I walked.
And I could always cry, now even when I'm alone I seldom do,
And I have lost some kindness.
But I was a girl, too.
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Two or three things I know for sure,
And one is that I would rather go naked
Than wear the coat the world has made for me.
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