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''A beautiful weather, Where trees float in the air, Where the sound of rain Just makes you want to catch a train. It's all in the picture now, Since the day I made a vow. Nothing lasts forever, I thought it was impossible to say the word “never.” I'm just a girl whose dreams are too high, But never high enough to defeat me. I'm still the same girl you see every day, I am the girl that I dream to be. No matter how many times you blow, I will still let myself grow. For every leaf that fell from the tree, For every tear that escaped and said, “I'm free...” For every flower that I was given, That made me fly in the dream I lived in. I'm here today, for all the women who never got to say: “I wish to be whoever I want to be... and someday, I will be.” You see, this is not a drill, Or a game you can finish on a grill. It’s ourselves—our rights, our voices—who will be heard, Within our dreams that will be free, like a bird. The sky is clear, And the sound of rain is all I want to hear. While the moon is gazing at me, And the stars are inspiring me. Ugh… No better day to write how I feel.''
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Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
Petals of Becoming
''A beautiful weather, Where trees float in the air, Where the sound of rain Just makes you want to catch a train. It's all in the picture now, Since the day I made a vow. Nothing lasts forever, I thought it was impossible to say the word “never.” I'm just a girl whose dreams are too high, But never high enough to defeat me. I'm still the same girl you see every day, I am the girl that I dream to be. No matter how many times you blow, I will still let myself grow. For every leaf that fell from the tree, For every tear that escaped and said, “I'm free...” For every flower that I was given, That made me fly in the dream I lived in. I'm here today, for all the women who never got to say: “I wish to be whoever I want to be... and someday, I will be.” You see, this is not a drill, Or a game you can finish on a grill. It’s ourselves—our rights, our voices—who will be heard, Within our dreams that will be free, like a bird. The sky is clear, And the sound of rain is all I want to hear. While the moon is gazing at me, And the stars are inspiring me. Ugh… No better day to write how I feel.''
''Note every candle dies in the dark,some bloom instead.''
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Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
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