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You are more than just the color of your eyes or your good looks. You are more than the car you drive or the clothes you wear. You are more than the person you seem to be. You are not as cold, as uncaring, as happy all the time as people seem to think. They don't know how much you care, or how much you won't show it. They don't know the silly things that will make you laugh, or the songs that will make you smile. They don't know the small small things about you that make you, you.
And you don't know how much I care, or how much I won't show it. And I will never tell. For I don't want to be just another statistic in your life. I don't want to be just another girl who sees you from afar. I want to be the girl whom you direct your smiles at, the one you think of when you listen to the songs, the one you show you care because you don't want to lose her.
But you will never know, and I will never show.
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Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge—
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe.
And the she smiled and universe cried to live up again.....