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Jan. 18th, 2006 06:33 pmSometimes I am so blind, stupid..egotistical (in an odd reverse fashion, mind you) - that it is unreal.
The forest is there, and I can *sort of* see it for the trees..although for so long, there was just no way that I would ever...COULD ever...imagine those trees EVEN existing.
And it's noble and pure and bursting with the bright green strength of childlike wonder and energy. And it just keeps growing.
No one's ever written me a poem before.
♥ <~This is a heart, of course.
The forest is there, and I can *sort of* see it for the trees..although for so long, there was just no way that I would ever...COULD ever...imagine those trees EVEN existing.
And it's noble and pure and bursting with the bright green strength of childlike wonder and energy. And it just keeps growing.
No one's ever written me a poem before.
♥ <~This is a heart, of course.
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