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[inspiration3]

I listen to the incompletion of life play though headphones.. streaming though the computer to my ears...for my satisfaction. The same song has replayed in the frozen time it's taken to get this far. My heart-on the line... the one drawn in the sand...where our footprints used to be.. where we wrote our names....where we sat and dreamed up

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truth be told in the eyes of the beholder

[anawatson]

It's funny how much one person can tell about someone who smiles to wide, laughs to hard, or breathes to deep...

don't pretend. i think i've told you this before...

your eyes reveal all

no one expects you to be happy, perfect, you or living all the time...

you expect too much of yourself.

Just do what you feel, be what you feel....nothing less, nothing more.

p.s

[anawatson]

there is a new day right in front of you.

check...

your move