les voix: For/Getting｜Re/Membering

What's that, "PETERNESS?!"

I'll bet you know nothing about this, so it's too poor of you.
Now, it's a new theory of something bullsh*t, but significant.

Everyone got elementary power called by his name with "-ness."
So as for me, my original energies are collected as peterness.
But do you know what I discovered from a dictionary...

peter--
　　　1. to diminish gradually and stop; dwindle to nothing.
　　　2. to tire; exhaust.

However, here, peterness doesn't mean "gradual diminution."
It should be some great strength of deep mine.
In effect, a powerful peter in me does work when I struggle.
When I need to fight back to the enemies around me,
I keep myself with steady paces, sound minds and strong arms
to cruise thru the stormy days, consider in a logical way,
and remove the barriers in front of me away.

Whatsoever, don't you think it's optimistic and very cool.
You just have to believe in yourself, and rely on it for good.
You know there's something incredibly potential somewhere,
and what you only should do is to find it out and develop it.
Let the genuine you face every obstacle you encounter,
and show naive attitude toward the difficulty you can't handle.

See, my peterness is going to keep on working endless,
because I know I'll bump into variety of hindrances in the future.
But am I afraid or nervous?
Actually, it's not that much and not really.
I'm only too excited and eagerly expecting how it will be going.

Let's wait and see with hard working.
To show my patience and perform peterness all the time,
I know I'll beat anything sh*t up!!!

How is it? Sounds great!

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【I Believe I Can Fly】

I used to think that I could not go on
And life is nothing but an awful song
But now I know the meaning of true love
I'm leaning on the everlasting arms

If I can see it, then I can do it
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it
I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly

See I was on the verge of breaking down
Sometimes silence, it can seem so loud
There are miracles in life I must achieve
But first I know it starts inside of me

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Dear God,
What do you say?
I know you'll agree with me.
And why don't I go ahead making it so perfect.