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I sit in my treeI sing like the birdsMy beak is my penMy songs are my poems.

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What is the purpose of living if there are no perils to be encountered and overcome?
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I love the night. Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep. It's dark and silent in the house, but if I listen close, I hear the beat beat beat of my heart. I hear the creak and crack of the house. I hear my mum breathing gently in her sleep in the room next door.
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