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If I wasnt countable And if I were "how much" So if I were crime like a dumb Even so would you play with me? Will you play with me? If I were water or fire If I were fire in the sky If I were sun in the skies After all would you play with me Would you take the chance of burning? Will you play with me?

I decided to be like a water clear, transparent and all flowing.. meeting new waters and forming waves, forming seas, oceans... nowadays i think a lot and see now i handle bad thoughts easily am I that lonely among all these people I got a big wound last month since then I want to be like a water...

What everyone knows about Delilah is that she's gorgeous. She's tiny and permanently pre-teen in appearance, with cartoon-big eyes and perfect skin. Her body is immaculate; she runs around the lake every morning, ear buds jammed in, tiny feet pounding furiously as she runs almost impossibly fast. Everyone knows she knots feathers in her hair, ties them to her clothing, hangs them from her rearview mirror. She's childlike, with her tiny wrists and her wide sad eyes, and so everyone touches her head or pulls her to their body or picks her up and dumps her over their shoulder, which makes her shriek and giggle but I know it also makes her a litt