I
have a hundred songs that sum me up better than I can say.
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hundred snapshots that look more like me than any mirror can.
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hundred places that are me peeled away to the core.
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hundred pieces that are broken and don’t fit but somehow all amount to me.
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hundred moments I can pinpoint when I became a little more of who I am today.
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hundred glances I wish I could bottle up and store away at sea.
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hundred sounds I’d love to replay time and time again.
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hundred words that come together in some sort of cryptic poem.
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hundred laughs that could fill a horizon full of hot air balloons.
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hundred questions that still get asked more each day.
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hundred answers that I still long to find.
I
am a hundred different people to a hundred different people
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hundred different faces I find myself forced to make.
But
in the end I’m really just one person with one song and one soul.
I’m
one snapshot and one story needing one savior.
I
could write a hundred books that all amount to that one simple fact.
A
hundred voices inside my head say I’ll do it, too.
Labels: hope, Questions, Ramblings
