My need to be first
makes me sweep away footsteps
that precede my own.
Following
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My need to be first
makes me sweep away footsteps
that precede my own.
When nearing the end
why is it that time speeds up
precipitously?
Is it the green tea
or the excitement of new
possibilities?
Juggling emotions,
we catch happiness with one hand,
sadness the other.
You are only as
good as you trust yourself to
be. Therefore, trust more.
When your wish comes true
you must ask yourself – can you
survive happily?
What we wish for shines
brightest when out of reach. Once
grasped, its luster dims.