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If I could choose within my life something to eradicate. The haunting feeling of steadily. Always. Always...
But that is when we fall in love with the moon and with the Stars. Because our footsteps carry sediment and they're so loud and the night air is always cold and you think to yourself, "But this is life."
And you smile, And pitter patter along your way pretending that for you- for you- the stars wave.
And why? Because most girls are meant to be Princesses .. And some. They always have to fight. And diamond tiaras don't go well with warped sheilds. So you wave and you pretend that you're okay with the sword being your friend. That the clank of metal gives you homeage, and it's by choice, It must be.
Because the warriors don't choose the battles, they choose them. So; although the pavement is slick, and your breath is shaking so much it
Is just what it is.
And that's how poets are made, philosphers; the grandest of the mathmeticians because to drown out the sound of our feet we must think of everything. And at the same time; we think of nothing.
Appreciate art, your family; your sense of security. And try your best to understand those who never really got to be
a princess.
And the most buried truth is that they wish wars ended, And they dream of the day they get to hear that sword hit the ground and never have to pick it up again.
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