"Perfect love drives out all fear."
But most people go away. Where? Into themselves? Out of themselves? Flirting with disaster all around themselves?
I don't get it anymore. I want to, but I just don't. It's something that came so easy to me before the day I wrote it down; now that I have, all it has become are words on paper and thoughts thrown to the wind.
Where did it go? Will it come back? Who will find who first? Is anyone looking? Is anyone there? Will it ever happen again?
If you don't know what I'm talking about, that's alright; I realize I'm being vague enough. I wrote this one more for me than for you. Why did I post it, then? Because I damn well can.
(...Huh?)
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Well... certainly vague. You know, I look at the old entry, and in some ways, I think I may know what you're trying to say, but at the same time, I feel lost. That's not to say I've never felt it, but it confuses me. Perhaps I'm not deep like Erin said, who knows. Regardless, this is your journal... why should a post ever be more for someone else than for yourself?
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