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in a room full of peacocks i am now an ostrich and i don't know if any of you know how it feels to be a splash of grey in a room full of brilliant blues and greens it's like being a lonely, pitiful cloud against a blue sky with leafy trim maybe i have my head in the sand because i don't want to be shallow but you'd be right if you guessed it's because i actually don't want to be seen when my face looks like this which is such a cowardly thing to do (i really shouldn't care) i read Journey to the Center of the Earth in middle school, and the only thing i remember is that it was the volcanoes that erupted (like the hives that erupted across my face this past week) that led them to find it- the heart of life and natural beauty; more breathtaking than the flawless plumage of the peacocks
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
in a room full of peacocks
in a room full of peacocks i am now an ostrich and i don't know if any of you know how it feels to be a splash of grey in a room full of brilliant blues and greens it's like being a lonely, pitiful cloud against a blue sky with leafy trim maybe i have my head in the sand because i don't want to be shallow but you'd be right if you guessed it's because i actually don't want to be seen when my face looks like this which is such a cowardly thing to do (i really shouldn't care) i read Journey to the Center of the Earth in middle school, and the only thing i remember is that it was the volcanoes that erupted (like the hives that erupted across my face this past week) that led them to find it- the heart of life and natural beauty; more breathtaking than the flawless plumage of the peacocks
kate-lyn
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
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