I’m standing at the threshold
of my life.
The door is open
and I can feel the frigid breeze
wrap itself around me.
It’s petrifying.
If I want to cross, I can.
If I get the nerve, I will.
If I get the nerve, I will.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
I’m standing at the threshold
of my life.
The door is open
and I can feel the frigid breeze
wrap itself around me.
It’s petrifying.
If I want to cross, I can.
If I get the nerve, I will.
If I get the nerve, I will.
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