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honey colored eyes

November 6, 2011
By anonym BRONZE, Barranquilla, Other
anonym BRONZE, Barranquilla, Other
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Here&#039;s to the crazy ones.<br /> <br /> The misfits.<br /> <br /> The rebels.<br /> <br /> <br /> The troublemakers.<br /> <br /> <br /> The round pegs in the square holes.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> The ones who see things differently.<br /> <br /> They&#039;re not fond of rules.<br /> <br /> <br /> And they have no respect for the status quo.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,<br /> <br /> <br /> disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.<br /> <br /> About the only thing you can&#039;t do is ignore them.<br /> <br /> <br /> Because they change things.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> They invent. They imagine. They heal.<br /> <br /> They explore. They create. They inspire.<br /> <br /> They push the human race forward.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Maybe they have to be crazy.<br /> <br /> How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?<br /> Or sit in silence and hear a song that&#039;s never been written?<br /> Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?<br /> <br /> We make tools for these kinds of people.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> While some see them as the crazy ones,<br /> we see genius.<br /> <br /> Because the people who are crazy enough to think<br /> they can change the world, are the ones who do.


In North America ill by described as a light brunette; i have tanned skin and light brown hair, it is wavy in a harsh way.

My eyes are deep and honey colored, they say way more than i wish they did, and despite it, I'm such an actress; every now and then i disguise my feelings and get away with it.
I have my feelings and experiences saved on a bag, locked behind my heart which i prefer no one to see. I have never let someone go deep into my heart, i promised myself i never will. Today I'm almost 16 and i don't know how to break my promise. I have pulled people away with a roughness costume i only get myself to believe, in the end people get tired of trying to break in.
On the hallways i walk with my head high, straight upright and a strong step, But when i open my mouth people cant help but notice my insecurity.

And here's the problem: I don't trust people, i don't believe in people, i hardly believe in me.

At the end of the day i am the only one to blame.



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