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Oct 2014
Sometime i wish people could understand me.
I wish they could see the world through my eyes.
Hear the numbing noise and the embracing silence through my ears.

I wish I could express myself so they could understand
Why i like to be alone, why i like soft music and why i like odd things.
Instead of judging me like a book they haven't read.

But sometimes I'm glad they can't understand me,
it makes me feel like a work of art
hard to understand but with an indescribable mysterious
beauty.

that only free spirited people,
can appreciate.
Paula Pineda
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     Joseph Schneider, Paula Pineda and SPT
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