For all our hopes and dreams, we are who we are; And here we continue to strive and make the best of it. Each day is that fresh start–that blank slate–that begin again and do overs. We have 365 days to make it work…or not.
I am a Romantic Realist.
Convention is no longer an option. One cannot save a free spirit from their loneliness. So kiss me once and let me go…and here we go again, you lot. Over the top and into battle.
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