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Jan 23, 2010 19:32

Found this while cleaning out some old documents:

My day is as beautiful as the first flower in spring
A new soul in the cold reality of time
Sentimental

The sun gleaming down forces me to stand a little taller than
The meek young seedling I was at dawn
Growing

It may be true that I will inherit the earth,
But be it by will to rule my own glorious day
Than the command of a far-away god
In the heavens
Independent

I stand taller still in every moment moving
Ever closer to my goal of touching
The sun
Tell me I cannot reach it
And grant me strength to prove you wrong
Unfailing

In this moment I am immortal
My rebellion is happiness
Content in my aspiration
The endeavor not essential as the
Ambition
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