Requiem:
A mass for a deceased person.
A musical composition for such a mass.
A hymn, composition, or service for the dead.
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A mass for a deceased person.
A musical composition for such a mass.
A hymn, composition, or service for the dead.
I am Jessica Marie Kalan, I see the world through rose colored glasses. I am nineteen and so far from a child yet hardly a woman. It's hard to understand me sometimes and getting along with me is difficult. But I am grateful for those who try. It's hard not to see life as a sham, a masquerade that forces us to hide our true selves. And the one image society has deemed acceptable and attractive it is hardly applicable to anyone in the real world. Its all a joke and I wont fall for it. I will always be myself. Life is too short to worry about wasting. Live life to the fullest, love whenever you get the chance and never let go of that passion. "He who loved, loved not at first site". Shakespeare touches my soul. I adore history and am certain that I was born in the wrong century, to the wrong class. Love me, love my quirks or hate me, I wouldn't give you a second thought. Theater is my life, my hopes and dreams, someday I will sing that desired role. Sometimes late at night when the world is sleeping, I enjoy the serenity of the silence. Home is always changing. Why are we all so desperate to escape the life we live now? Dissatisfaction is the poison of our system. And contentment hard to find. Sadder still is the constant reminders of our mortality. Those close to us who die so young. Who is in charge of that? Then again there is no shock factor left in this world. It has become easier to shrug off what normally would have been atrocious. Do we feel nothing anymore? Hate, fear, anger. When all you need is love. To love and be loved is to be blessed and brightens the otherwise dullness of this momentary world.
I was definetly born in the wrong era
There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far, very far, over land and sea. Then one day, one magic day he passed my way. And while he spoke of many things, fools and kings, this he said to me: The greatest thing, you'll ever learn, is just to love; And be loved in return.
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If only I could sing as if no one was listening