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How doth the little crocodile... by Lewis Carroll

How doth the little crocodile...

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!



If I could live in my dreams and never wake up, I would.

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Don't you dare think for a second that just because I'm 17, my shoulders are barren of burden. Thoughts that are lucid and bare to everyone's eyes, consume my mind every single night, just like the way a hurricane swallows and devours a house through its eye. Your problems may differ from mine, our minds may speak in a frequency so diversified but they're still plagued like a toxic wasteland. I don't want to have to apologise or account for my battle field being different from yours.

oct 27 2011 ∞
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