Come out and play
In the span of everything, you won't happen twice. Not like this, in this way. So show the world what you are made of, show them your heart, speak your vision, because if you don't, the world will never know what it could have been if you had chosen to show up. And the people around you will never know how much of you there was to love. And I want to know. I want to love the truth of you. Come out of you. Show me.
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