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I've had this blog a while now (like 7 years a while). When I made it, I thought love didn't exist, because everyone I knew was confusing possession with love.
I was wrong. Love is real. Love is honesty. Love is authenticity. And sometimes, that hurts.
Hell, maybe sometimes it kills. It definitely kills who you used to be... but at least it's worth that.
So I hope you hold on until you find that. Then keep holding it tightly. The pain is worth it. There's a reason why passion actually means "to suffer"
So, this is a blog to remind me of greatness,
of what built me when I was broken,
of what I want to be,
of what's worth suffering for.
And when I am old and (hopefully) senile,
if the internet continues to live (though I'm praying it won't),
I will have this to show to the nurse who plays me music,
as I try to remember not just who I am,
but why I am.
~Life's a song, play it well~
Stacia Stone
