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OLD WRITING FROM A COUPLE MONTHS AGO, enjoy: Trees, miles and miles of trees; and where there are trees, there are clouds. Breathing is this righteous, rebellious way of survival. Where the sea meets the sky is where the broken can become unbroken. Under the sun and over the moon; beneath the skin is where the soul resides. A second chance to live another day is given to those who fight for it. Over time, the healer becomes the healed and the point of no return no longer exists. Sometimes, you don't know what you have until it is gone; and when it is gone, regret crawls its way to the surface, leaving you wishing you would have cared a little more about the things you once had. Where there is water, there is life; and where there is life, there is love. To fill the void of uncertainty, time must not be wasted, because when time is wasted, opportunities for something greater becomes something you wish you would have taken a chance on. Love really is blind, and knowing this and not letting it stop you from loving anyway shows that you are brave and being brave shows that you are strong. Life is made of bricks and stones to walk on, and invincible wings to fly with. There will be times mistakes will be made that are meant to happen, and there will be times when those mistakes cannot be fixed. Through it all, count each blessing and live for each moment, for every breath you take is another breath you survived.