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| aaron (profile) wrote, on 1-22-2009 at 10:38pm | |
| Sometimes I'm made of clay, and sometimes steel. I'm either waiting for the hands to mold me, create me, and put me through fire or I'm cold and still, isolated. I know I should always be clay, but I always want to be steel. Nonetheless, sometimes I'm made of clay, and sometimes steel. I just want to know if there's such thing as a should. I feel like there is, in the deepest corners of my soul. But my brain tells me other wise. I can't help but feel that my brain tells me wrong. I can't be both steel and clay, but I have to. I want to. I want to be that nobody that is everything and knows everyone, but is still nobody. That's the kind of person I want to be. But I'm not. |
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redefinedgrace | 02-12-09 11:01pm I don't think we're ever exactly who we want to be.
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