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sleeping at last is my favourite favourite favourite favourite band

here in the aftermath, i'm pulling at the seams. strange how the heart adapts in the absence of routine. and there, on page 29, i find “new” and make it mine. but i can't help casting shadows on all i leave behind. maybe i could afford to change a bit... even let go of the reigns? every torn out page was worth the risk now that the stakes have been raised. so here in the final draft, i've given all I have. strange how the heart expands in the absence of a plan. there's nothing left on the page, but i'm okay with that, for i found my resolution was designed for stronger hands

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more than meets the eye: we are not what you see on the surface, you prod and prod and prod and like clay we come apart like sparks we come alive
sometimes, it's the breaking free that is the hardest. we run run run and our breath quickens our sweat trickles our hearts beat the same
you try to stand out but you are bounded.
"then suddenly everything is chaotic once more. but now you see what is going on more clearly than before. you admire the similarities and realize the differences." -shuqi

dear dancers, if any one of you see this, be it batchmates or juniors, i don't believe any one of you have been stagnant. in fact, since musical until now, you guys have definitely grown and matured--- but i believe, as we are still reaching out towards the sun, our petals have yet to burst into full bloom, have yet to exhale the wonderful language of the light, yet to fully extend
we will get there!!!!
17SYF