My Own Little World

July 23, 2009
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I'm dreaming with my eyes wide open; I can't seem to focus on anything.
Life is just one big mystery;
reality is my own fantasy.
I make up all that I see;
nothing is real, not even me.
I am whoevever I want to be.
You see a girl, just a plain little girl, but, you see, that girl is not me.
I'm a butterfly who can fly away;
I'm every color of the rainbow.
I can't be captured or photographed, because there's nothing there to see.
I cannot be placed in some category, because there's no category fit for me.
I am free, as free as the wind.
Though my life is a turbulant as the sea.
For, this is my world, my only little world, only fit for me.

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