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I am from number two pencils and notebook paper,
from sketchbooks with old drawings
and photos from long ago that are crumpled and torn,
I am from novels about love and death,
with pain and suffering folded neatly between each books pages.
I am from Ipod's and stereos, who have played away
my fears, my pain, and my tears ,and eventually created a new me for myself to be proud of.
I am from the weeping willow, within my dreams,
where I sit off and stare into the far distant reaches of the world and beyond wishing on each and every shooting star at Dawn.

I am from the sweet taste of fudge brownies and the aroma's of sugar cookies,
to a Forrest with a fire that crackles and purrs softly.
I am from the hot dessert with white powdered sand dunes,
and the vibrant green mountains that hover mystically over them.
I am from the memories of the Oregon and North Carolina Beaches,
with waves that gently crash upon the sand,
bringing treasures of the heart to human hands.

I am from school's and story's that bring so many great and dreadful memories.
I am from the name callings and the encougment,
that has taught me to never give up.
I am from the rumors that float around school,
to the girl that has learned to ignore them and walk away.
I am from the lonely days of walking to my deserted locker,
to seeing my friends waiting promptly by it with bright smiles on their faces.
I am from the every memory from each school year,
growing up slowly and letting things go,
only to find a smile and laughter in the end so far.

I am from the baby blue sky that I have stared at on bad and great days,
with stars that at night giggle and tell jokes.
making me smile slightly back at them.
I am from the moon which shines so brightly leading me onward,
away from things I need to leave behind in the past.
I am from the wind who likes to tease me and mess up my hair,
but also whispering words of kindness and hope to me.
I am from time that gives and takes away things in a matter of seconds,
and can leave one in its own tracks.
I am from dreams, fantasies of the night, letting the impossible happen.
But...
If I had to tel you one thing I was from the most...
I would have to say...
I am from Change

Description
I am from number two pencils and notebook paper,
from sketchbooks with old drawings
and photos from long ago that are crumpled and torn,
I am from novels about love and death,
with pain and suffering folded neatly between each books pages.
I am from Ipod's and stereos, who have played away
my fears, my pain, and my tears ,and eventually created a new me for myself to be proud of.
I am from the weeping willow, within my dreams,
where I sit off and stare into the far distant reaches of the world and beyond wishing on each and every shooting star at Dawn.

I am from the sweet taste of fudge brownies and the aroma's of sugar cookies,
to a Forrest with a fire that crackles and purrs softly.
I am from the hot dessert with white powdered sand dunes,
and the vibrant green mountains that hover mystically over them.
I am from the memories of the Oregon and North Carolina Beaches,
with waves that gently crash upon the sand,
bringing treasures of the heart to human hands.

I am from school's and story's that bring so many great and dreadful memories.
I am from the name callings and the encougment,
that has taught me to never give up.
I am from the rumors that float around school,
to the girl that has learned to ignore them and walk away.
I am from the lonely days of walking to my deserted locker,
to seeing my friends waiting promptly by it with bright smiles on their faces.
I am from the every memory from each school year,
growing up slowly and letting things go,
only to find a smile and laughter in the end so far.

I am from the baby blue sky that I have stared at on bad and great days,
with stars that at night giggle and tell jokes.
making me smile slightly back at them.
I am from the moon which shines so brightly leading me onward,
away from things I need to leave behind in the past.
I am from the wind who likes to tease me and mess up my hair,
but also whispering words of kindness and hope to me.
I am from time that gives and takes away things in a matter of seconds,
and can leave one in its own tracks.
I am from dreams, fantasies of the night, letting the impossible happen.
But...
If I had to tel you one thing I was from the most...
I would have to say...
I am from Change