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I don't understand, though life has it's miseries, how there can be so much wasted suffering. Especially when nature is nearing the peak of it's cycle. Prime time. I think we've taken a detour, but I've never been against the scenic route. Life is getting exciting, I'm on the edge of my seat, waiting for the pages to turn. See what's going to come at me. It feels childish, but whose to say that quality can bring you down. I think it's preparation, the adrenaline buildup. I'm careless, but I'm getting it together. And I know I can handle myself. I learned to push back years ago, when I was another girl, in an old shell of myself. I've opened my eyes much wider since then. I've tasted life when it was bittersweet. And it sure has gotten the best of me. But I'm feeling much older these days, almost too old. Not in wisdom, just in spirit. My body's been tired. I've been lacking. And now I see, I needed a rest, and a chance to find my moral. The reasoning, the lesson, everything that came out of this experience that wore me out. One thing I know for sure is, if I made it through the past few years, I'm pretty sure I'm going to do alright.
And if not, I'm going to have one hell of a time spiraling.
There it is.
And if not, I'm going to have one hell of a time spiraling.
There it is.