and they all hang there as if it were meant to be. how many more to go before it stops? where does it end? if they were to fly away, then why do they fly to you in the first place? and if strings were meant to be broken, why do we tie them together? only to have to hang them up, broken in pieces.
i'm doing good just so you know. maybe better. people are always running in pursuit of their own happiness. define happiness. i can't. mine isn't the same as yours. but i know what i want. i won't settle for less. i know i will get there someday. even if it meant cutting off loose strings that would only break in the end, sooner or later. my happiness is out there. and i will believe that i am reaching, finally, towards it.
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