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What actually feels good is that I can see myself where I wanted to be (or at least I thought). I began to see myself stepping onto several soils and atmospheres that have always captured my mind in an instant. So what if I saw myself somewhere else? All that matters is that I take the necessary steps to get there. I can't really think about anything else but him and what I said. I want to lie in his arms, so then maybe I would feel accomplished about something. But the serious thing is... this isn't just something, it's everything. Everything that I never would have had, or never see again...
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