Together we stand "united," but split among ourselves. We love and we hate, and together we're lost. Trying to show each other that we're here, but not sure where "here" is all along. This is called Freedom. We are free. Free to become and stay lost. To go crazy in this civilized wilderness. We will never know how this land came to be so lost between the oceans. Always staying, ever changing, this great land of ours.
Take one step at time and remember.
Remember the pain, and remember the joy.
Remember the times you were low, but don't forget the times that you couldn't stop smiling if you tried.
Remember everything and never forget it.
Eventually the pain fades and all that's left is memories and maybe a few scars to go with them.
But memories none the less.
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