For a moment there is nothing but floating. There is little but that flutterly, light sensation. Then you are grounded; you are running, running over grass, into the forest. Everything is moving so quickly, so smoothly. There is barely an effort, no stitch in your side. There is a simple joy, a freedom that comes from running without effort, no
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[ He scratches his head idly; this is a little too familiar to be spoken of. ]
But where do you wanna be? Ignore the bad shit. What's the you that you like?
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...don't know if like the now.
Want to be better. But not...lose it. Everything.
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Anyway, I think you're fine the way you are. If it counts for anything.
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[ He was going to reply, but instead got half-embarrassed at the thanks and then angry at his reaction. He'll be disconnecting now. =|; ]
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