Feral Existence

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When overwhelmed there are so many words that none seem to come out.

Some level of shame, some level of maturity and some level of looking forward.

I hold her sentence on my tongue and taste the bittersweet.

There is no equality, only effort and integrity.

I am experiencing growing pains and delusions of a self supported journey through life.

She carried her bike on her back through the Grand Canyon.

How can that not inspire me?

Busted up, get up and go again.

Life in general is pretty badass.

 

 

 

 

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