I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.
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Story by themoonfall
The Art Of Faking It
"Do you still love him?"
"No, I've moved on. Why fighting for something you can't have?"...