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“I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really–get busy living or get busy dying.”

The Shawshank Redemption

I Can’t Get it Out of My Head

If I Can’t Have You – Shawn Mendes

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Love, deep conversations, sarcasm, piles of books, truth, rainy days, a full moon, poetry, adventure, whiskey, befriending strangers and keeping an open heart and mind.

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"I need you," I have told you time after time. But these words seem to fall short; they are hollow to you. I am done waiting, and I no longer need you. The stars are mine and follow through night after night.

Sometimes we assume to know what others are thinking about us. Guess what? They're not thinking about you because they're too busy thinking about themselves. Everyone is trapped inside their own head typically plagued by their own insecurities. Don't bother wasting your precious time worrying about what is or isn't being thought about you, especially if it was actually never said. You only have control over who YOU are and what you DO. If you allow fear of judgement to manipulate your move, you'll never accomplish anything and you'll never experience growth. Be you boldly and inspire others to not give a f*ck and do the same!

Follow through, because if you don't, it becomes a lie, too. Words are my world, but I won't put faith into promises which continue to break. You are only as good as your word.

You can't fix this hurt. Only time can heal wounds this deep, and sometimes even time can't. Leave this loner a nomad lost in her mind and words.

If you're in need of love, I'm your gal. It's all I have to give. And it is the only thing I know is enough.

I will never belong. And I may never feel home. Maybe that is why I have chosen to roam.

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