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Sunday. Bloody Sunday.
I don’t feel like writing today. Reality just hit me. When that happens, I tend to suffocate. And I’m suffocating a bit right now.
I guess I was flying too high. The highest you go, the biggest the damage if you fall.
That’s why I decided to open my parachute. I will close my eyes and let myself fall. Slowly.
And I’ll be only hoping that before I reach the ground, My Prince catches me.

That’s today’s sunrise. To remind me that there is always a bright new day ahead.

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~ by DotedOn on March 22, 2015.

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12 Responses to “207”

  1. Reblogged this on SURVIVORS BLOG HERE.

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    DotedOn said this on March 22, 2015 at 8:26 am | Reply

  2. Nice. Hope.

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    amoafowaa said this on March 22, 2015 at 9:07 am | Reply

  3. There surely is!

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    Marissa Bergen said this on March 22, 2015 at 2:37 pm | Reply

  4. It’s always a good idea to fly with a parachute. Reality is not so nice as dreams. That’s why I prefer my dreams. Dream on P and enjoy the sunrise as you float down to earth.

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    Randstein said this on March 22, 2015 at 5:43 pm | Reply

  5. Hope that gorgeous made your heart smile sweetie! 😉

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    faburlifekhloe said this on March 24, 2015 at 3:06 pm | Reply

  6. sending some love, a bit late, but still sending it ❤

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    Maria said this on March 31, 2015 at 8:08 pm | Reply

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