Why is it that the things that are most essential to moving on are also the hardest and most painful? When a baby learns to walk, they fall down hundreds of times. When a kid learns how to ride a bike, they fall down again. I am doing the best I can to move on and get past what happened to me. But in order to do that, I have to dig deep down and scoop out all the shit that's hidden inside. I once wrote a song, and the lyrics say "You made the bed, but I sleep in it." Life is not fair, yet we have to keep moving forward.
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Tuesday, July 26, 2011
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