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[chaobella49]

roads.
the roads we travel
all connect.
the freedom of the road-

I was born to go.

I wonder if I was the happiest then
because I was in constant motion.
Not born to leave.
Have I confused myself
for someone else
who leaves their problems behind
by moving on and pretending they don't exist?
What in the world do I want to see
that isn't right here in front of me?

She says, "All I need is my leather,
one t-shirt
and two socks"

I don't think thats true for me.
I have too many memories
laid in a beautifully decorated box.

And really, everyone is everywhere
so why not be here?

What fate I can make for myself...
to trust that
everything happens for a reason.