why dose she paint so many pictures,
why dose she write so many songs,
fitting in is not so easy,
and she dosent know where she belongs,
singing and drawing all by her self,
all of her care and dream,
sitting on a shelf,
but deep inside her heart,
even though shes silent,
she searching for love and hope,
I know some day she'll find it
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95% of teens would panic if Edward Cullen was on a 250 foot building about to jump. Copy this if you are one of the 5% who brought popcorn, a chair, and shouted "DO A FLIP!"