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Stay inside, to keep you warm
Snuggle down into the blankets, love
do not worry of the wolves at night,
this fire and I shall keep them at bay.
Winter tidings, so short and sweet,
winter tidings, so mysterious and meek.
You shiver with the cold, I shiver with warmth,
and we stay warm as the wind howls outside.
The village can wait, everything can wait.
All that matters, to me, is you.
Your smile, your doe eyes,
everything about me warms me like chocolate.
Snow builds against the door, but do not worry love,
For I am here with you
Snuggle down into the blankets, love
do not worry of the wolves at night,
this fire and I shall keep them at bay.
Winter tidings, so short and sweet,
winter tidings, so mysterious and meek.
You shiver with the cold, I shiver with warmth,
and we stay warm as the wind howls outside.
The village can wait, everything can wait.
All that matters, to me, is you.
Your smile, your doe eyes,
everything about me warms me like chocolate.
Snow builds against the door, but do not worry love,
For I am here with you
Literature
I am.
I am.
I am the person who lives.
I am the person who loves.
I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.
I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.
I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.
I am the person who bullies to feel better.
I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.
I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.
I am the person who is bullied for being different.
I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.
I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of
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Failure
She was the Thief Girl with no faith and half a heart, and she didn't care if they never ever saw her soul anyway. She was almost content in the half broken life she had created for herself. Her fingers were always drenched in ink, her mind was always preoccupied with her treasure. Words stolen from conversations, from homes, from mouths that didn't need to speak any more.
She found the Lost Boy somewhere in an alley of poetry and a war of lyrics, fighting for his life with a broken piano and a worn tuxedo. She stole him before the bass viols, the gleaming guitars and the thrashing drums could kill him.
He fought with her all the way, telli
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Vengeance
"What did she say this time?"
"How did you-"
"It's always your mother, and I always know. Now tell me."
"
"
"I'm not going to ask you again. Just tell me."
"She
said that I can't draw. I can't sing. I can't act. I can't do anything and I never shall- You're laughing."
"I'm sorry. Certain phrases make me want to laugh. 'I can't' is one of them."
"I'm glad you find my grief so amusing."
"Look, you need to understand something. The word 'can't' is going to follow you around for the rest of your life. History is filled with people who were told they 'can't' do something. You know what makes them special?"
"What?"
"They did it
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awww!! Warm snuggles and fuzzies Very sweet.