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There's so much behind these ocean eyes . . . I just want to be torn open, to let what's inside spill into reality. The ultimate freedom. To open up and fold you into me. I've always been so terrified of vulnerability, but it could be that there's a time and place for all things. Maybe I don't always have the answer. Maybe I can't do it all on my own. What a difficult realization for someone who's greatest obstacle is relying on anyone else. I want so badly to be anchored to another, to give a piece of myself away, even if I never get it back. To commit to something, even if it hurts me. No safety net, no escape plan. Jumping into something beautiful without first figuring out how to get back out. It's hard for me to say what is on my mind, but maybe I'm ready to find those words. To give a voice to my essence. Or maybe, people don't change and the cycle will repeat as it always does and I'll hate myself just a little bit more.
She just wants to have a beautiful soul. The kind that makes you think, "she'll never grow old . . ."
She just wants to have a beautiful soul. The kind that makes you think, "she'll never grow old . . ."