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Laying here alone thinking. Thinking of the choices i’ve made. Wondering if i’ll be able to speak again. It’s 2 AM, and i’m all alone. Like the period at the end of a sentence, this story has ended. Like many before it. But when the next one comes along, and you wanna make a memory out of it. Just look up. There’s a semi-colon there, wating to write your story. Embrace it, feel it, let it consume your very existance. And after all, let it be your guide. For once, 1 simple character be so little but seem so important. Wayne Gretzky once said, “you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take”. So take the shot. Take the risk. Maybe you’ll learn from it. We all make mistakes in this world. And ways to fix them. But unlike pencils, we don’t immediately have erasers to fix our mistakes. Because we choose to embrace things differently. If only we looked up at the stars to explain why these things happen to us. Because to us, those stars are magnificent. Here I am, laying here in the dark. With the night stars shining bright. Ready to write my story.
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
2 AM
Laying here alone thinking. Thinking of the choices i’ve made. Wondering if i’ll be able to speak again. It’s 2 AM, and i’m all alone. Like the period at the end of a sentence, this story has ended. Like many before it. But when the next one comes along, and you wanna make a memory out of it. Just look up. There’s a semi-colon there, wating to write your story. Embrace it, feel it, let it consume your very existance. And after all, let it be your guide. For once, 1 simple character be so little but seem so important. Wayne Gretzky once said, “you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take”. So take the shot. Take the risk. Maybe you’ll learn from it. We all make mistakes in this world. And ways to fix them. But unlike pencils, we don’t immediately have erasers to fix our mistakes. Because we choose to embrace things differently. If only we looked up at the stars to explain why these things happen to us. Because to us, those stars are magnificent. Here I am, laying here in the dark. With the night stars shining bright. Ready to write my story.
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
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