Activities of Melissa Schlangen

'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
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Inside her head, the voices kept up a relentless murmur, like background noise you can't turn down. Silently screaming! Begging for answers to questions she did not ask. For she did not know what the question be. For the answer was not to all the same. One question that ever dare leave her tongue was questions she did not realize she never wanted the answers to.
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
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Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
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Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
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