I will fight forever
When it seems like all is lost I will fight harder
When I trip and fall I will bleed words and be stronger
When I can no longer write I will speak until they cower
When my ideas are all long gone I will pass on my plans with honor
I will not give up until we have finally won
And even once we win peace we’ll always be ready
“Do not worry my dear, speak with your hands and use your power.”
It's so interesting that a country founded by people from hundreds of different places now looks down upon immigrants.
I have never been quite sure if books were truly just words on paper, the ideas of authors who are just ordinary people or if they are magic incarnate.
Because they have never, ever just been words on paper to me.
She walked out of her classroom, eyes scanning the walls.
The desks, the hallways, the music room, the library.
To some, these are just rooms or furniture.
To her, they are everything.
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