Brittnys+Scribbles

= Appreciation = blurring faces, conversations in which I dont belong, blending together into a long monologue, I wonder what they think, I wonder what they know, what they hide and prefer not to show, do some of them think the same as me, are we all the same in a way, all pulling ourselves through each long day, we all hurt, we all lie, we all love, we all cry, judgement is useless when we all feel this way now and then, of course we're all different in the end

=An Idea = <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">Innocent at birth <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">forever unchanged <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">your innocence is there deep inside <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">no matter what you have been through <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">you can always define <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">the nature in which you were born for and with which you will die <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">we just need to believe in this simple idea <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">and maybe we can all understand <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">and learn not to be shallow <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 90%;">and petty for that fact