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Never being able to sleep always seems to be the theme of my life the soundtrack so dramatic action packed and inappropriate However the reasons now have changed my heart beating at a different pace thinking I can finally answer all the questions burning in my mind Being the being I have always wanted to be is fulfilling in so many countless ways having lost so much time over chasing this concept never expecting to actually capture it Not endlessly striving for perfection just wanted to be relatively understood my thoughts always so busy in my before with everything else in my now has been soothed Feelings sometimes get the better of me like the rug pulled from under me, caught unawares the best I can do is follow the direction they lead but this time the end result completely unknown With complete anticipation yearning, aching, and almost desperation I take one tiny step forward and, clumsy me, fall flat on my face The difference is as I lay with my inbetweens I will forever always get up never letting the fall get my very best Not anymore.
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
Anymore.
Never being able to sleep always seems to be the theme of my life the soundtrack so dramatic action packed and inappropriate However the reasons now have changed my heart beating at a different pace thinking I can finally answer all the questions burning in my mind Being the being I have always wanted to be is fulfilling in so many countless ways having lost so much time over chasing this concept never expecting to actually capture it Not endlessly striving for perfection just wanted to be relatively understood my thoughts always so busy in my before with everything else in my now has been soothed Feelings sometimes get the better of me like the rug pulled from under me, caught unawares the best I can do is follow the direction they lead but this time the end result completely unknown With complete anticipation yearning, aching, and almost desperation I take one tiny step forward and, clumsy me, fall flat on my face The difference is as I lay with my inbetweens I will forever always get up never letting the fall get my very best Not anymore.
trustlustfairydust
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trustlustfairydust
33/F/American
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 5:24 AM UTC
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