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It's The Little Things That Make Me, Me


I love the sent of Utah

Crisp, awake, refreshing

 

I love the rain that

washes away all my problems- 

even if its just for a moment

 

I love the way my jacket smells 

after a long day of being in the sun

 

I love the way water bottles crinkle

when you hold them just right

 

I love dancing like you don't care-

moving in ways that seem inhuman 

 

I love when I am so happy

that I feel like I am going to explode

 

I love being on stage-

singing a song that took me months to perfect

 

I love riding the subway-

even though its slightly disgusting

 

I love wearing winter clothes but

I also love wearing summer clothes

 

I love being a dork.

Crying in every single movie.

 

I love being me. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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