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those aren't dreams, those are goals I stopped using that puny voice and hiding behind the avocados in my cobb salad. and who are you to to define the space between my fingers, the gaps between my teeth? Dear Wyatt, feel honored because for a moment you breathed my dreams.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
He said:
those aren't dreams, those are goals I stopped using that puny voice and hiding behind the avocados in my cobb salad. and who are you to to define the space between my fingers, the gaps between my teeth? Dear Wyatt, feel honored because for a moment you breathed my dreams.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014. he doesn't define you.
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
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