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Adventure is a Risk.

There's so much out there you know?

Life, and culture, and secrets, and

Adventure.

I mean here I am stuck in a backwards place,

with a pessimistic attitude and a complete devotion

to beauty and art that spills out of me.

And I'm terrified that I'll never get to see it all,

the beauty of the world, that I'll never travel

and discover the greatness of people's stories,

or see the happiness and hope in someone's eyes

that I wish I had.

And I keep thinking what if I never get out of here?

What if I never live like I want to,

risk to risk, no attachments to a **** family

or a soul ******* job.

That would **** me,

not this stupid illness in my brain

or the pain in my life,

but the feeling that I'll never

see the world, that I'll never

be who I want to be.

I don't want that.

So, I'll start my adventure

as soon as I can,

and if you feel like this,

please, just go, and live

like I want to.

From risk to risk.

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christa-casper
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Jun 5, 2013
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