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Aug 2012
I’ve been noticing that we’re all so lost. Everyone is wandering and everyone is wanting. We all want, everyday, every second, never fulfillment. It’s always different, until it’s the same.

Until you are vacuumed into the circles of those who are sharing the same desires, many different circles, many different groups, many different desires; yet grouped.

We need the many different circles to make us feel satisfied. We need the circle of people we love. Like family members that answer your messages and can have an honest conversation with you. You have the circle of old best friends, the childhood best friend that you continue to confide in. The one that makes everything better because their presence has always been a constant.
Penny Lane
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