feel

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Noone will ever understand another's depths.

You have to agree that or let it go - or you'll fail living a happy life.

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How much people hate rain however they kinda depend on water...

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I'm alone. Maybe I'm gonna be this way forever. Maybe not.

In this moment I don't care, but I remember moments I cared. I was irritated or feared or cried. Didn't like it. There were times I loved it. Moving up and down on the scale makes me realize it is just about the moment. Everything is.

I just had a glass o' wine, a nice amount of tiramisu (sugarblast) and my brain is like something after a tsunami...

I am wondering about my future but I cannot see or say anything. I am sure I'm gonna be okay. I'll be fine. I have this sure feeling in my gut.

Sometimes it'd be awesome to share it with someone special...

[petrichorista]

Don't lose yourself. Please.

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"Come to the edge," he said.

"We can't, we're afraid!" they responded.

"Come to the edge," he said.

"We can't, We will fall!" they responded.

"Come to the edge," he said.

And so they came.

And he pushed them.

And they flew.

—Guillaume Apollinaire

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Why haven't I tried this earlier? - to be a pulsating star in your arms...

[petrichorista]

As the harshly cold wind

Begs under my coat,

Baby, now, take me

back to your loving arms...

[petrichorista]

Your eyes and your smile both tell me 'I want you so bad' and I'm so grateful for you being patient and giving the space and the time for the flower which wants to bloom.

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I don't want this to be over.

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Dear Mom,

I've just realized your pain and uncertainty. That meaninglessness of your life. And that you made your decision of living you're life this path.

I remember seeing you from the outside, just before I chose you. I know why I've chosen you as a mom. I wanted to help you, bringing happiness to your life. Choosing you was my decision. I knew I was able to do it, that I was strong and capable of anything.

I'm sorry for your unstepped steps, your unmade decisions and the unspoken words. But these were all your decisions, however hard it is for you to accept.

But, you know, every day is a new start. And it is up to you how you decide. It is up to you to smile and feel good, to be grateful of realizing and deciding on a different way.

I love you. I accept you.

Love, your daughter.

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Would you have me in your mind

on the coldest winter-night?

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If I'll have something with you then you'll have something with me...

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I authorize you to make mistakes.

Because this is the way to develop.

[petrichorista]

Hey Sweetie,

would you dance with me for the melodies of the sleeping city and the rhythm of the clouds on a windless night?

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Wandering around just to get an imprint what you could have felt when you were walking around...

It's like you were with me now, holding hands, taking steps towards our dreams, with a smile on our lips.

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Laying on my bed, listening to the morning voices of people walking up in this huge block house reminds me of that sweet morning together. Slow, smiling, coffee and our lips touching.

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Thank you for giving me the space.