Kyra Schaneel

Don't think of the expected

Think more of the unexpected
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Through the water, what shall you see
A reflection of our world, beautiful to me

Through the water, where shall you go
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Don't leave me behind
Ruining my life
Bringing out all my strife
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Weirdness is a talent everyone has

Especially him who 'needs' everything Taz
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It's a cool windy fall evening
I feel the breeze fly through my hair
The peace is outcomingly wonderful
All the unique animals getting their share
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The invisible rain on this bright sunny day
Is gently coming but not to stay
For all I see is shimmering glitter
With a warm, kind welcome, no room for any bitter
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Laying in my bed on a stormy summer night

My eyelids are slowly relaxing to rest
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Sitting on this little piece of wood I sit and hum

Clutching the ropes for adventures to come
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I'm getting a little suspicious about my family. Or what I've known to be my family. I think they might be keeping a very important secret from me. Something that I should and need to know. I believe this because of a dream I had as a young child.

I was running away as fast as I could. I kept yelling for my mom and suddenly was surrounded by many passages and could only choose one. I paused with hesitation trying to decide where to go. I desperatly yelled for my mother hoping she would come to my rescue. Suddenly I hear her voice echo my name in every path but there is one that sounds as desperate or even more desperate than me. I run as fast as I can scared for why my mother would sound like that. I find myself stopped in front of a wall. I put my hands on it feeling miserable, because I can't get to her when she sounds likes she's on the other side. I start pushing with all my might hoping I could help her, and then her voice changed to almost weeping, 'Come back! Come back! Come back! ' Louder and Louder. Sounding more desperate and broken each time. Then everything around me started to shake and I fell to the ground.
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