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From Michigan to Georgia.

Instability is exciting.

The constant search for solid ground incites all forms of emotion,

so one is never bored.

There is this everlasting feeling of being in a state of free falling.

It starts by randomly scraping against walls,

then moves to finding moments of light filled clarity,

to scrambling to find a truth to clutch onto in a darkness that may feel endless.

Through out instability, whether it is exciting or terrifying,

the growth you feel and attain becomes insatiable.

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Eritrean
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Apr 15, 2014
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