Wednesday, November 12, 2014

then, she began to breathe, 
and live, and every moment 
took her to a place where 
goodbyes were hard to come
by. she was in love, but not 
in love with someone or
something, she was in love 
with her life. and for the first time, in a long time, 
everything was inspiring. 
         r.m. drake

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