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Mar 2014
Call me the rain, but never the puddle.
Call me the floor, but never the doormat.
Call me the dog, but never the tail
but you can call me the sky because
it has never been
stepped in,
dirtied
or pulled.
I refuse to distort myself
for other people and their desires.
When you finally accept your individuality,
reach for the sky.
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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