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Fairy tales date back to,
when we were just little kids
They tell tales of love,
happiness, and hope
They give little girls dreams,
Fairy tales give young girls dreams and hope,
that real life won't let you imagine
Sleeping beauty gives girls the dream of having their,
prince charming waiting when they wake up
Cinderella gives the dream of being saved from her wicked,
step sisters and mother while being whisked away by her prince
Bell gives the dream that even living poor with no money,
that a girl can turn a beast into someone who can love
Little red riding hood gives hope that even though you,
stray from the
She hears all the other girls
They talk about their boyfriends
They talk about their makeup and latest brands
They talk about their perfect lives
She can't help but laugh at their cliques
The boyfriends cheat for a more imperfect girl
The makeup cakes on and the clowns are reveled
Their lives are as imperfect as can be
She watches everyone inside and out
She notices most everyone has an imperfect relationship
She notices most everyone has an imperfect sense of style
She notices everyone has an imperfect life
She sees her life
It may look just like a life full of imperfections,
But having an imperfect story is the only
I watch her walking
I hear her talking
she catches my wandering eye
she walks by being chastised
I want to ask her so many questions
"Why won't you speak?"
"Don't you know your so unique?"
"Can I see your beautiful smile?"
"Why are you so hostile?"
I can see you have so many suggestions
People write you off as strange
But there is no need for you to change
My family is...
My family is a crying eye
My dad is the eye itself holding all the
water in, he is the structure and the
strength the eye shows
My mom is the tear that shows the feeling
hidden behind the eye in the soul, the
tear stays hidden until all the emotions
that can't be hidden behind the eye
anymore show themselves
My dog is the glimmer of happiness and
excitement that shows itself even
without a smile to show physically
And I am the skin the tear rolls down
stopping it in it's tracks making it disappear,
as the tear dries it leaves a mark or some
kind of tattoo that is stained on the skin
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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