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the perfect pace is fast enough to grow but slow enough to reflect on the growing i didn’t know i needed. looking back on the times i once thought didn’t affect me, now i know, that the perfect place allows me to move at the pace i needed; push me further, and reel me in when i get too ahead of myself.
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 8:12 PM UTC
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the perfect pace is fast enough to grow but slow enough to reflect on the growing i didn’t know i needed. looking back on the times i once thought didn’t affect me, now i know, that the perfect place allows me to move at the pace i needed; push me further, and reel me in when i get too ahead of myself.
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 8:12 PM UTC
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