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Do you ever want to pick up your legs and run, feel the hard ground beneath your feet, feel the beads running down your face and know you're going forwards... whether you're running away or running towards something. I know a girl who wants to spread her arms and fly, kick up her heels and soar through the fields with dogwoods blooming, trees living, birds singing. There's a place we long to see, a distant land just on the brink of the horizon, but we can never find it.
I am this girl. I long to go where no one is lingering, where no one awaits me with expectations or limits to my happiness. I want to be free from this supressed love, and glide with the rainbow over the setting sun.. or is it rising? Will we ever know?
I've heard it's better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. I'm not so sure. But as always, I am the hopeful one, the enduring one, the one who would give up all for a love. I'm told this is good... but if it's so good, why does it always hurt so much? Is that my punishment for loving... losing?
'I've lived, I've loved, I can't thank you enough."
I am this girl. I long to go where no one is lingering, where no one awaits me with expectations or limits to my happiness. I want to be free from this supressed love, and glide with the rainbow over the setting sun.. or is it rising? Will we ever know?
I've heard it's better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. I'm not so sure. But as always, I am the hopeful one, the enduring one, the one who would give up all for a love. I'm told this is good... but if it's so good, why does it always hurt so much? Is that my punishment for loving... losing?
'I've lived, I've loved, I can't thank you enough."