| like the sword on the swing my eyes lust for blood
as the tears of the world ravage the soul you call home
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| i want to build a sand castle. i want to walk around with a magnifying glass and figure out what tree bark is made of. i want to make a pilow fort. i want to see how high i can swing- and then jump off. i want to run around and hunt dinosaurs and save the princess and make mud pies. i want to know where boogers come from. i want to laugh like it was the only thing that mattered. i want to wear big yellow rain boots and suspenders. i want to eat a classy meal of playdough and glue. i want to lay on my back and pretend i'm an airplane. i want to find out what the rain tastes like and how the sunshine smells. i want to sing songs about farm animals and dragons and candy. i want naptime. i want storytime. i want recess. i want to dress up like a superhero using an old blanket and a scuba mask. i want to make s'mores and tell ghost stories and play hide-and-go-seek....
oh well, back to studying.
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