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10.14.2011

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Sometimes I just let myself slip. Take it in while it lasts. Calling it what I want to. Or rather what I need to. Waiting to pick up the pieces. Knowing nothing can completely shatter me. Dropping my walls if even for a moment. Giving myself the allowance to feel it. Just a little bit. Before it will be ripped away. Letting myself slip. So I can pick myself up again.

2 comments:

  1. Sophia15.10.11

    This is beautiful.

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  2. renabeena15.10.11

    lacey, you inspire me. so much. i miss your wisdom in my life. you added ,& still continue to add, so much texture to my problems & issues... & significantly enhanced my experience as a human being on earth. i miss your presence. i hope you know how much you mean to me.

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“But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.” — American Beauty