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bee
Dear Mr. Bumblebee, When I was a child, you were my friend. A fat little oval drawn floating past in my puffy-clouded, sun-in-the-corner-of-the-page blue sky, drawing you was a pleasure, with your dotted-line curving trail following lazily behind you.
commit
Commitment is not a good intention. It is a job, a duty. And it is just that, a duty of mine, to take care of this matter.
carve
Children carve their sculptures in powdery brown dirt, pails of water supplementing dirty hands and stained white dresses. When playtime is over all that is left is a clump of mud and dirty clothes.
lantern
No matter how many difficulties we face, there will always be a thin glow in the distance, a tiny lantern flashing morse code that drives us forward.
destiny
Destiny's call is neither faint nor ear-splitting. Its song is sung in its lovely soprano drawing you in just as a siren call but danger is not so eminent.
lack
The room was lacking so many essential items, all things stripped from it until white, clean, even bone marrow was left. No bed, no carpet, no paint, no fixtures. Nothing.
wealth
I have a wealth of things and people that I do not know, but our hearts still beat in time and we still kneel down with thoughts of each other bubbling in our brains and we still sing meaningless jumbles that we call songs to each other.
stand
Taking a stand isn't nearly as easy as it sounds. Facing your peers is the single most frightening experience I could ever go through, and it isn't as rewarding as they say in the movies.
withheld
A million butterflies are withheld in my chest, begging to be let free the cage opening as poems, songs, paintings, art float into the endless blue sky.
stride
I always like to put a little bit of bounce into my stride, even if I feel like flopping onto the couch with a half-empty bag of potato chips with Full House playing in the background.
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