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Chaos. Being told to tame this beautiful chaos of mine is like being told not to feel while walking through fire. They tell me not to feel. It's wrong. So lately i've been uninspired. I cannot think long enough to write down my thoughts. Don't think. It complicates things. Just feel, and if it feels like home then follow its path. And that's the thing. She was always willing to burn for everything she has ever loved. Chaos. It's what we know as love. A.
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
Chaos.
Chaos. Being told to tame this beautiful chaos of mine is like being told not to feel while walking through fire. They tell me not to feel. It's wrong. So lately i've been uninspired. I cannot think long enough to write down my thoughts. Don't think. It complicates things. Just feel, and if it feels like home then follow its path. And that's the thing. She was always willing to burn for everything she has ever loved. Chaos. It's what we know as love. A.
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
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