Sometimes when I think of my plans to get lost in a bigger city, I worry. What if there's nothing else out there. What if I've already found what I want..
that chapter of my life closed before i was even finished writing it. but i think if i was to go back and read it i would have ripped the whole fucking thing out anyway.
you probably won't ever change - but i sleep more soundly now. I feel worlds better now.
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