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stallion

by vague-rememberance

I now realize that I am not a mule. I do not have to carry people and their burdens on my back. I do not have to be slowed down or held back by the weight of others. I will no longer be controlled by others. I am a stallion. Free to roam wherever, Moving fast and majestically, I carry my own weight. And when I am with a group of my kind, We will not hold back or let anyone take a ride. I am a stallion , and stallions do not carry people.
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Dec 13, 2014
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Sometimes to move on in life we have to let people and things go. No matter how much we care about about them, we cant let their problems be our problems.

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