Run, Run, little Bun,
Reach your dreams and leave them stunned.
Be clever and though you're banned,
Your path will flourish,
And beauty will follow your pure hands.
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You feel lost, you'll nearly faint.
Your feelings are too strong, and so is pain.
But listen bunnie,
It's your heart talking and that is great,
Your art shouting, so that your true colors you'd finally paint.
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Face your truth, your loner path.
Focus on what you're good at.
Focus on the moment
On the feelings
On being human
On accomplishing anything your heart feels like.
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Because death will reach us all.
There's no time for Faint colors
Faint lights
Faint efforts
Nor Faint hearts.
We deserve better than a faint vain existence where individuality and uniqueness are tamed in order to fit in.. don't we ?
