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This isn't the time for a blueprint, there's no time for a sketch, a rough draft, a note, pushing off into waters untraveled, my soul is my sail, my body my boat. The only map that I need is my thumbprint, the only compass I need is my heart, no one said this journey was simple, I learn nothing from just sitting still, I must start. So I glide on the wings of my eternal voice, and I soar knowing well I may fail, but I don't need any net to catch me, I have seen both sides of the shadowy veil... And I will greet this world with dust on my feet, and I will sing at the top of my voice, nothing can stop me from finding myself, nothing can save me this God-given choice.
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
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This isn't the time for a blueprint, there's no time for a sketch, a rough draft, a note, pushing off into waters untraveled, my soul is my sail, my body my boat. The only map that I need is my thumbprint, the only compass I need is my heart, no one said this journey was simple, I learn nothing from just sitting still, I must start. So I glide on the wings of my eternal voice, and I soar knowing well I may fail, but I don't need any net to catch me, I have seen both sides of the shadowy veil... And I will greet this world with dust on my feet, and I will sing at the top of my voice, nothing can stop me from finding myself, nothing can save me this God-given choice.
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brittany-selle
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
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