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I'm kinda down today. That is what I confess. The hate and lies are getting to me. You try to be nice but get shoved. Being who I am gets me no where. That is what I learned and what I know by now. Music is the melody in my head, and the only harmony in my life.

*sigh* The good things in life can't last forever.
They don't last when the bad times roll in.

Huh. I'm feeling poetic so bear with me:

Hear the birds sing
Hear them sing their song
Sing along if you'd like
What they sing is a mystery
Why they sing is ponderous

Sing along with them
Sing all you want
That won't change anything
Won't change what they sing

Life is full of their songs
Full of their voices and melodies

The seasons go by
They seem to go slow
They seem to go fast
Not paying attention to the time
The time that has passed
Yet you still hear the birds
You still hear their songs

You grow old
You are now aware
Aware of the melodies that surround
Aware of the songs
The songs of the birds

Get lost in your memories
Memories where songs were sang
You listen to the songs again
As the birds sing once more
It's the last song you will hear as you go