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Mar 2016
The hate I have for my past and what she did occupies that space and erases chances.
After pain we're approached by chances and opportunities but our old tears drown out advances.
I know, you don't want to be stagnant, you don't want to settle but you can't spend life's precious days running.
It's supposed to be there. Your past, it's supposed to be there & you won't ever let go until you grab onto something.
A career? A sport, hobby, child? A divine power from up above?
I don't know, but you just have to find something else to love because you were meant to love.
A romantic heart can never truly be empty, it will either be occupied by unwelcomed pain or optimistic happiness depending on what you stand for.
The good news is you choose, no matter who hurts you, you choose to be happy or let the pain stay, you're your heart's own land lord.
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Pluck
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