"Difficult roads lead to beautiful destinations"
But what do we do when they don't?
What do we do when we walk the whole forest and still end up 6 feet under, trying to get peoples attention.
Tell me, what are we supposed to do when we realize we're so used to it, we don't even realize we're crying?
Where is that beautiful destination when we are hurting ourselves just to know we're alive.
If you are ever feel like that, sit back and remember. Remember everything that has happened to you, but from another persons point of view. You will recognize the people who love you, who have always been there for you. It seems impossible, but you can do anything if you want to. Want to. That's the tricky part.
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I just felt like everyone needed a reminder.
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Born to Die
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