Nicole Baker Biography

Fear is something in the corner of the room,
Fear is when something was once good and now has turned,
Fear is life, Fear is death,
Fear is letting go of you're small childs hands,
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Your not my friend are you?

The very person im facing with no feelings.
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Round and round it goes
Spinning faster and faster and time goes by
The ringmaster laughing at the little boys and girls screams of joy
Their parents watching from the sidelines a
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Holding on to you're gentle hand keeps me awake,
hearing you're breath lets me know that im not dreaming so late,
hearing you're voice lifts my spirts up high,
you're eyes see though me like a glass of water,
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The sea is not just blue. It's array of greens, turquoises with a shimmer of gold when the sunlight hits the surface.
The grass is not just green from each and individual blade. There can be little drops of rainbows from dew in the early morning.
The sun is not just some flaming yellow ball in the sky. It has a mixture of gold, red and orange emblazed in its surface.
Colours don't just come in the ordinary red, blue and yellow. They come in a palette of shades. Look closely at that red rose and you will notice that there is a hint on purple indented in the petals. Wake up and smell those brown and black coffee beans and look at the colours of the world in a different light.
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