Each morning, reborn.
Deeper, wider, more certain.
This is me, mine and yours.
We are all so many things at once.
Each morning, reborn.
Deeper, wider, more certain.
This is me, mine and yours.
We are all so many things at once.
Recent Posts from This Journal
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Your version of success is supposed to be something new and unique to you Stop being so judgmental You’re here
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When you know what you’re supposed to do, don’t do it anyway, and then are forced to do it in a more extreme way
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Maybe this time it’s different I mean I really think you like me
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