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 Aug 2014 elizabeth
just a girl
its so sad
how all the apples at the top of the tree
never get chosen

its always
the apples at the bottom they are easier
to reach

so the perfect
apples at the top start to think *
something is wrong

they just have
to wait for the right person to come across
and climb the way

(c.m.h)
My biggest fear
is that eventually,
you will see me
the way
I see
myself.
Fear controls us. Don't let it. Break free.
 Jun 2014 elizabeth
a m a n d a
dad
 Jun 2014 elizabeth
a m a n d a
dad
father
built of the finest stone
and breathing wood
my anchor
in rough waters
you do not let me fly
you do not let me drown
father
built of the softest down
and bluest eyes
my anchor
*my anchor

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