Sometimes I want to say things but worry about the bridges I'd burn, the people I'd hurt. I'd like to put some ink on my forearm but worry about the doors that would close (being judged on appearance instead of talent.) I want to venture out and expand my concept of the World but worry that I won't be able to find my way home. Doubt can be a crippling thing and if I choose to let it dictate my life, what kind of "life" will I have lived.
Just keep
swimming (fuck that) running.
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