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Jul 29, 2009 20:50

Love shaped glasses. Goggles. Masking every imperfection; turning all of those wrinkles into freckles. Being tricked into loving someone else under false pretenses hurts. Sometimes when I look at him my heart drops and I feel motionless. Torn and conflicted and scared to death to find an answer. We all know happiness is key. Happiness is what I've always sought after. What I desire. What I crave.

My eager mind won't stop wandering.
Wanderlust.
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