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I don't spend my time counting the hours past. I make all those past hours.. Count. I'd much rather speak my mind and wish I'd never said anything, than never say anything at all.
My life is a bumpy one but it's held up by my own two legs and my avid ability to keep moving forward. Without these two things I'd be left in a slump only to find that no one thing is a special one; However I have found along these 17 wonderous years that even the most simplest and plain things are more special that that of a complex one, thus I cheerish all that everything can be.
I am a lover of sorts, ofcourse. My heart is a taken one. I've built my set of stairs to seccsession to fit my own goals. I look forward to the next day and let go of yesterday, keeping only that of which left me a happier being. I smile to say hello, and hug to say goodbye, only because it's a first start and a never ending journy.
My life is a bumpy one but it's held up by my own two legs and my avid ability to keep moving forward. Without these two things I'd be left in a slump only to find that no one thing is a special one; However I have found along these 17 wonderous years that even the most simplest and plain things are more special that that of a complex one, thus I cheerish all that everything can be.
I am a lover of sorts, ofcourse. My heart is a taken one. I've built my set of stairs to seccsession to fit my own goals. I look forward to the next day and let go of yesterday, keeping only that of which left me a happier being. I smile to say hello, and hug to say goodbye, only because it's a first start and a never ending journy.
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