I cry for the crow that wants to be liked,
I run from the dark that likes me too much,
I laugh with old trees because I have something beautiful to laugh about,
I climb to the highest mountains and scream because I have something worth screaming about.

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This summer I\'ve been working at my moms office and when I got bored I would write these little poems. I guess I wanted more people to read them :)