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

Friday, February 3, 2017 @ 12:11 AM

What do you do when a sudden onslaught of sadness overcomes you?

Why do you pretend to smile when all you want to do is cry?

When do you act strong and when should you collapse?

Who do you think of in moments like these?

My heart hurts.

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samantha t.
too tall for my own shoes

1993
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