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How can we laugh like we laugh
When we can’t agree on anything else but humour
Maybe we aren’t meant to be together
And now I’ve ruined your life
Sometimes I worry I feel too much.
I LOVE HIM
Sometimes he sits on his deck and watches the birds, looks at the flowers, and looks at the little creatures that float on by. He just sits there and absorbs. He takes it all in.
I love it
I know I want to do more.
But I don’t know what more is.
I want learn. I want to listen. I want to eat. I want to breathe. I want to feel. I want to cry. I want to smile.
I want it all.
I feel enlightened thinking about the future. I can do anything I want to do. I can find passion in anything, if I just try.
The world is my oyster.
My sweet pea has been gone for only 5 hours and I miss him so much.
I feel like apart of me is missing
I understand the appeal of New Years. It’s like a clean slate, a blanket of snow that covers the dirt. Everything is new again - you can work on yourself to be the best you, you can be.
Maybe I’ve always felt this way and I forget every year. I want to grow and be kinder, softer, and more vulnerable. I want to do yoga, read more books, and cook more. I want to drink more water and recycle.
I want to do better. I will be better. I want to be a better ‘me’.
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