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we’re told we are round pegs in square holes with minds and dreams beyond our years so we grow to be into the world as wary right-brained wanderers oblivious misfits looking for romantic nooks versions of our own leather-bound fears seeking tales of the past and fantasies of the future isn’t imagination real beneath all its layers? soon you grow up and find your truth this life is yours and not theirs to choose maybe we are round pegs in square holes with minds and dreams beyond our years so breathe you, breathe to the rhythm of your soul live not to be liked, live to remember we’re only travellers after all with borrowed time and experiences to treasure then why live to be liked when we can live for ourselves in golden measure?
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 4:31 AM UTC
misfits
we’re told we are round pegs in square holes with minds and dreams beyond our years so we grow to be into the world as wary right-brained wanderers oblivious misfits looking for romantic nooks versions of our own leather-bound fears seeking tales of the past and fantasies of the future isn’t imagination real beneath all its layers? soon you grow up and find your truth this life is yours and not theirs to choose maybe we are round pegs in square holes with minds and dreams beyond our years so breathe you, breathe to the rhythm of your soul live not to be liked, live to remember we’re only travellers after all with borrowed time and experiences to treasure then why live to be liked when we can live for ourselves in golden measure?
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Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 4:31 AM UTC
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