Chains of second thoughts binding no more
The glasses of looking back, simultaneously blurry with hazy
memories and clear with hindsight
Nothing filling the space between our thoughts but a blanket
of stars
Each little star is a twinkling reminder of a moment passed,
every forward step an accomplishment.
Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly – One Republic, Counting Stars.
- Inner Voice
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