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a reason
Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.


about
i hope my words are strange and wondrous,
like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,
so that we can all stop and
listen


intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn



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  the weight of the world on my eyelids
its 1:37AM, i have just given up on psychology...
and right now im listening to the Li brothers sing, among other random noises happening in their room..

its a noisy sort of a silence,
but its refreshing..
its been a long long day.

i don't quite know how to feel about the situation...
but im drained...
and i think i'd rather let things rest than stir up the dust.

fly away butterfly
as far as you can
your wings of stone
won't hold you back
away from your troubles
and droplets of rain..
away from the grey skies
and all of your pain. 
the world beyond sight 
holds all of the beauty...
of forgotten wishes and
dreamed again dreams...
your life here is nothing
an empty cocoon...
so fly away butterfly
i'll see you soon.
 


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