Remember who you really are.
Monday, May 12, 2014
The Stars Look Like Drops Of White Paint
Remember who you really are.
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I know you might think that you're just sitting there, looking at some random website, reading some stupid words and maybe the world has told you who you are for so long that you've started to believe it. But, please, remember that you're so much more than this.
Remember who you really are.
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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6 comments:
You never fail to amaze me Ian! Too much feels with all your words.
We are always so much more than we think we are or give ourselves credit for. Great reminder.
The stars look like tiny white bulbs attatched to the electric wires while travelling by a train.i can't remember what to remember.
What you think of me is right .i love to believe what the world has told me.but sometimes this belief brings pain.
that last paragraph... thank you. so inspiring and eye-opening. sometimes it's the simplest string of words that hit me the hardest. absolutely beautiful.
This is not a stupid blog and these are not stupid words!
I never thought that.
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