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“To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Andersen

Keeping Up

Saturday, July 6, 2013 @ 8:48 PM

It was subtle. Then a little more forward. Right now there are (almost) no boundaries.

I wonder how long we, or I, can keep it up.

Still can't figure out why I keep coming back. I've said it once, twice, thrice, countless times already. No. Yet I somehow always momentarily forget my reasons and go back there. Every time I make a step forward, I get pulled 2 steps back. I'm not blaming though. I'm an egger.

It's never all the way. It's never just baby steps too.

When will I ever learn..

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samantha t.
too tall for my own shoes

1993
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