Run Free


Sometimes you get a little trapped by success.. and as wonderful as it all is, as much as you wouldn't give it up or change it.. there's a little part of you that remembers when you were free... I remember the fantasy world my endless hours in front of the tube let me into. The endless possibilities, the sense of anything being possible. You stand on the brink of that world.. or you stand in reality, which is great, but imperfect. Somehow not exactly as you thought it would be.

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