freshness of outlook makes me what I am propels me ahead to unknown destinations How I wish mornings did not carry burdens of past nights feet not shackled by lost battles failures and slights How I wish I could carve a day with a new Sun on a new planet partner with aliens to not be deceived
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I really feel this – have known the feeling of waking up, not looking forward to another day. We live for those moments that set us free.
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I wholly agree with your last line.
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