i had to delete my first entry. like a journal or diary there are things that you write and you remember and when you remember what you've written you can't stand what you've decided to document. i don't want to be a hypocrite. i want to be human. imperfect and innocent to the touch of something that is beyond you and i.
thoughts/reasonings: i can't live for you and you and you. i want to be naked and vulnerable but on steady ground and i feel as though i am. my eyes are open, and so is my heart. ready for molding, but there are parts of my soul that have been made concrete.
i've got to take each day like it is the best gift i have ever been given. i must love every soul that comes into my life sincerely and i know i will. i want to be.
take my hand...
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