We flee from what is not what is will be.

Rode. Chile. 17 We don't know what is going to happen. But we hear voices. laughs. Whispers in the moving shaking the hopeless. Leaving me speechless. Stop the melancholic. Again, nothing is fragile. I feel the fear throw my skin. Here and now. I've got nothing left to lose... I don't think I'll ever be okay , but I'll just go ahead & fake it... Welcome!
Here I am... Go for it!

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May 26th, 2012

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