Everybody wanna try to box me in Suffocating everytime it locks me in Paint their own pictures than they crop me in But I will remain where the top begins Cause I am not a word, I am not a line I am not a girl that can ever be defined.
You heard her story, you see her countenance, but you don't know the inner truth. Her views, her say, she limits it all 'cos there's always secrets to life.
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Saturday, March 16, 2013
Luck?
what did we do to deserve all of this? is it all just luck? whether you're deaf or hearing, tall or short or if you can create art, so much of what defines us is all dumb luck. i want to do more with my dumb luck and i don't know how. i mean obviously it's also because of fate. because of what that has already been written for us. but what can we exactly do to accommodate all of this?
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