February 27, 2014

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    I hit the ground running on a wing and a prayer. And if I looked back, I didn't act like I cared. There's a line between reflection that fills and reflection that kills, and the line isn't thick, but it sure is long. This road isn't over; it just never begun. Because the road on the map, isn't the road that we're on. And how can I keep up, when it takes strength to be strong?

    Help.