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Still, I Couldn't Help But Wonder If It Was A Mistake For People Like Us To Be Tied To A Place. If We Weren't Meant To Be Ready And Willing To Wander. If Everything We Needed Was Contained In Who We Were. And What We Remember.

I Think Secrets Often Come Out. I Spoke To A Friend Who Is A Therapist And I Asked Her If There Were People Who Came To Her And Admitted To Doing Horrible Things And She Said, 'more Than You Know.'.

You Are Only Worthy Of What You Prove Yourself To Be.

I Can't Really Work On More Than One Thing At A Time

Sometimes The Right Thing Feels All Wrong Until It Is Over And Done With.