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its not all bad sometimes I'm lost in the fog trapped in the endless stream of blur the hope seeps out with the reason still darling I seek the edges where clarity leaks into view bringing with it the possibility of real freedom and simplicity I know the world beyond full of prayer, relentless confession I catch myself wishing to stay undefined I catch myself wishing Have you ever set foot across lines set for the point in life when it all comes together. I wave over my shoulder there 's always something left behind shifts in the wind keep the trails an impulse, thump thump we are leftover wisps sipping on the dream that one day we won't have to float away to fly
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Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
into the fog
its not all bad sometimes I'm lost in the fog trapped in the endless stream of blur the hope seeps out with the reason still darling I seek the edges where clarity leaks into view bringing with it the possibility of real freedom and simplicity I know the world beyond full of prayer, relentless confession I catch myself wishing to stay undefined I catch myself wishing Have you ever set foot across lines set for the point in life when it all comes together. I wave over my shoulder there 's always something left behind shifts in the wind keep the trails an impulse, thump thump we are leftover wisps sipping on the dream that one day we won't have to float away to fly
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megan-hundley
25/F/American
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
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