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"It's all been done."


Messy bun

The things I say have already been said.

The thoughts I think have already then thought.

The smells, the movements, the gestures, expressions;

it's all been done.

I'm told to be unique.

How will I be unique in a world where everything's already been completed?

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This is how I feel with, like...everything.


thanks for reading. <3
xoxo,

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  1. Anonymous15.10.13

    Thank you for letting me know that I am not the only one undergoing these thoughts and feelings; it's rather frustrating at times, is it not? :o

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  2. me too, Rose. <3

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  3. . . . But they are new to those around you. . .you are what makes it unique . . . For you are unique when you don't even try. . .
    Just felt like adding that :)
    That was lovely, by the way <3
    Christina

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    1. Anonymous16.10.13

      Christina, you are beautiful. Every uplifting comment you leave says more than what I could even hope to say. xx

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    2. Wow, thank you! I-I'm shocked! That means so much to me! :)

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  4. Hey, Rose, the words may have already been said but YOU haven't said them all yet. You don't need to try to be unique. You are. Trust me. We love you.

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    1. Anonymous16.10.13

      ^^ You're beauitfully eloquent, too, Sarah. I know those words were for Rose, but they do mean a good deal to me. Thank you.

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    2. @Les V. xxxxx and thank you. :)

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  5. rosie, this is exactly how i feel. i want to make a difference in the world, but i often feel like everything has already been done. don't we all? <3

    xx emma || http://emmakate101.blogspot.com

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