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I would be more spontaneous. Think irrationally more often. Dance like there's no one watching.                          I would listen to my mother and talk back less often. I would have been there for every yes, no, maybe, and I do.    I would have stopped    Every bully    I ever saw. Instead of being a bystander. I would bleed more often.           Heal more often.                     See more.                   I would pay attention to the little things, ignore the big.                                       See the future, remember the past ... not repeat it. I'd say what's on my mind. Nothing would be bottled inside. I'd pour my heart into everything.                                   I'd take steps to be the poet I've always wanted to be.            The Writer I know I can be. I am strong inside, though inside never shows, and that wouldn't be. I would believe in the power of magick, for it's everywhere, though oppressed.                                                I would sing with Birds.                                                I would smell the Roses.
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Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
If I could Live my life Over again
I would be more spontaneous. Think irrationally more often. Dance like there's no one watching.                          I would listen to my mother and talk back less often. I would have been there for every yes, no, maybe, and I do.    I would have stopped    Every bully    I ever saw. Instead of being a bystander. I would bleed more often.           Heal more often.                     See more.                   I would pay attention to the little things, ignore the big.                                       See the future, remember the past ... not repeat it. I'd say what's on my mind. Nothing would be bottled inside. I'd pour my heart into everything.                                   I'd take steps to be the poet I've always wanted to be.            The Writer I know I can be. I am strong inside, though inside never shows, and that wouldn't be. I would believe in the power of magick, for it's everywhere, though oppressed.                                                I would sing with Birds.                                                I would smell the Roses.
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Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
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