As much as I love my life, it seems to resemble a nutshell. From what I have witness, nothing ever seems to change by itself. If you never make an attempt to break out, you never will.
Sometimes you just want to move on. Make that change. Direct your life rather than tag along. Allow life a chance to unfold into a different path. Something so green is not made for a mould. Something so green is wasted on a mould. Not necessary for a fresh start, more or less a search for the edge of god’s creation.
I want to start life somewhere else. Ever wondered what a rebirth would be like, while keeping the past?
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"youth is wasted on the young, before your know it is gone"
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