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Fomo.

Maybe deep down she'll always be that girl that wants what she can't fully have.

 

Loving people that'll never know how to love her, really love her.

 

And a few times she'll realize her worth but then she gets consumed in this futuristic land of fomo.

 

fear of missing out

 

That wide range between reality and what if.

 

Reality existing in hands other than her own.

 

What if being behind those closed doors that make reality worthwhile.

 

Fearful of abandoning reality because there's that small chance that what if comes through.

 

Fear of missing out.

On you.

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alexandria-rae-mason
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Aug 22, 2014
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