At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May's new fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
William Shakespeare
Be who you really are
Welcome to the truth
Caught between heaven
and Earth
I dunno who I am
- V@L on clouds
- Lost & yet to be found.
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