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6:38am :: August 7, 2014

Your driving with both hands on the wheel yet you find yourself spinning out of control . tell you stop. stuck in a ditch. in the middle of nowhere you wonder how you even got there you never remember taking these roads or thinking you would ever wake up lost and alone. but yet you're here searching for a way out but when the way out is more painful then staying why get out? why not just stay. survive. but we're human. always searching for life something that makes us feel alive. safe and happy. two weeks later you wonder if you made the right choice. I did.
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Aug 24, 2014
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#life#alone#happy#lost#safe#survive#searching#spinning#nowhere
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