I wonder if my mother likes how I'm living.
I hear the bells of Christmas Day ringing.
I see the light when I feel the Holy Spirit's tingling.
I want to touch true freedom.
I am tenacious and giving.
I pretend I am honestly fun.
I believe Scotland's unicorns once were living.
I touch ever so softly the velvety warmth of purple.
I worry I let red prevail in this life devoted to purple.
I cry when the blue hues are winning.
I am tenacious and giving.
I understand that I am a daughter of God—a queen.
I say I am sweet and loving but also a little bit mean.
I dream of good things to come, truly believing.
I try to be exceptional.
I hope my life will be be inspirational.
I am tenacious and giving.

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