You can't stop me from dreaming,                                                        ­                      
                                          ­                                                                 ­                    you can't stop me from reaching                                                         ­                           
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I may be an over achiever,                                                        ­                            
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it's because I'm a believer                                                         ­                               
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I trust in no one but myself,                                                          ­                      
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can't depend on no one else                                                             ­                           
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I'll climb the mountain and not fall,                                                            ­                              
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conquer and break down every wall                                                             ­               
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I'll hold my head up with pride,                                                           ­             
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  with confidence in every stride                                                           ­         
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  Proud of every step I take,                                                            ­                  
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  be sure of every move I make                                                             ­         
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The master of my own destiny,                                                         ­           
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I'll be whoever I want to be

I’ve moved out (of school),
I’m moving in (to school).
My joke is that I’m having a ‘moving experience.’

Graduating college (3 days ago) was a dream come true
I’m starting a master’s degree in 7 days.
You have to admire the efficiency.

Do I have your permission to bear my soul?
I might have imposter syndrome.
I’m a harsh critic—of everything—but mostly me.

I’m over the romance and pressure of school.
I’m starting the romance and pressure of school.
Don’t worry, this isn’t hapless, sad girl literature.

Or a diary—it’s a portrayal of my inner life.
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A song for this:
What Dreams Are Made Of by Evann McIntosh
Messy by Lola Young [E]

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My grandson will be eighteen this July,
He shares a birthday with Mr.Nelson Mandela on the 18th,
He asked me,"Dadi(granny) what is the difference between you and me
My Love, you are the sunrise,
You have to shine  brightly a long  way,
Giving your best to life,
Whilst I am the sunset
Retired,
Both beautiful and unique  in our own ways.
21/5/2025

In the end
Light wins over dark
Love over hate
Goodness over evil
Freedom over oppression
Truth over lies
Integrity over corruption
Right over wrong
Kindness over cruelty
Healing over pain
Love is powerful energy
It can change the world
In an instant
Light up the world
With one small act
It can make a difference

I used to think blue eyes were pretty,
his were not.
his were not cornflower, sapphire, baby, indigo, azure,
or cloudy sky blue.
His were midnight where the light pollution from the city blocks the stars.
Iceberg, squall, hypothermia, eventual death