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Thread and the Needle.

You can go on forever and ever thinking about your life.

What it has to offer, what your place is.

What does that special someone have to give.

Life had its plan for you since it heard the whisper of your name.

Only waiting for you to grow up to play its game.

A game of your biggest loves, your biggest loss.

To figure out how to get out of the craziness, or choose to embrace it.

Someday the thread might find its way into the needle, it might not.

Just don't forget what you were taught.

Feel it shine on the days when nothing is shining around you.

Just don't think about it forever and ever, or you won't see it pass you by.

We find it eventually, choosing our own crazy flag to fly.

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samantha-hardebeck
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Apr 1, 2013
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