fxttg zhpzj gphmu dshup wpp.
I can’t
Some things just aren’t that easy. They never explain to you when you’re younger that the childlike wonder surrounding you could be so mopam gzhu.
Nobody would’ve listened if they did anyway.
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Sometimes Its True 
It was in a barren room that I first discovered my faith, as it so often is. With only a sheet to cover myself and a small window to look out over the shingles. I was in awe of it, like a flower as yet undiscovered or some new song that had not yet been written. And, like a flower, I held it close to my breast and breathed deep of it’s perfume; to afraid to show the passersby.
Then, when I had filled my lungs and become sure of it’s existence, I proclaimed it’s presence for all to hear. With jutted chest I remarked on the wonders of it’s beauty but they only looked at me strangely saying, “Who is this man who holds the common daisy which we have seen all our lives and have long since cast aside? Why does he sing this tune we have grown so tired of hearing?”
So I took my flower home and pressed it in a book where the petals will never fade and I quietly hum to myself as I go about my day.
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