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Little duckling on tour Little duckling was happy to meet “Wessie” the monster of lake Wessling. Little duckling found out Wessie is a quite friendly creature

The whole series

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Merry...?

There’s lights and melodies all around, despite the blue that hangs so vividly against her shoulders. Where are the hints of red, green, even yellow that dance across the faces of so many. The glimmer is faint but it lingers in her eyes, the twinkle that is painted inside them searching; searching for a melody. A merry melody. 

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Finding love

I want to feel someone touch my heart again. The tenderness of a smile that you refuse to accept is for you because why could it? The lack of truth behind knowing you like someone but waiting for the question to arise; are you mine? The flutter of your heart when they catch your gaze. Or perhaps the trickle of hope that lingers when one wonders, is it my gaze to catch? I want to feel someone touch my heart again. And not squeeze it.

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Ice Breaker

When the ice is breaking all around you what do you think of? Do you think of the ways you’ll jump to shore. Do you imagine how you might swim to land before you’re engulfed by your own neurological weights? Or do you wait until the clashing of the waves and smashing of ice has subsided before assuming you have been subdued. It’s only a matter of time before your decision is made for you, what outcome do you choose? Do you have another?

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To Be Me

What do I do to stop despising you? I love you with all my heart, you’re part of me and I want to give you everything I can but you do it on your own. I applaud your success but I detest your ignorance. Why do I get to sit here everyday figuring out what is happening, living my honest truth while you play a game of tricks and lies to get everything you have ever desired. I wish you the best but what should I do to be me?

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How do you begin to write your feelings out to the public? How do you draw the nerve from the crevices of your soul where even you have a hard time searching. It would be nice to assume that it simply just happens. However, in my case it has taken up to this point in my life for me to figure out what I want to talk about. Despite what you might think, I still do not know. Whatever embarrassment may come out of this I wish myself the best. The best out of grief, sorrow, happiness, and most of all the best out of the interesting soul deciding to look into this. Bless your heart.