Just gratitude. For it all. For the struggle and the same lessons learned time after time after fucking time. Or for the love and arms or even the drives to know where. Or the falling and the crying and the I'm out of my mind. For the whole fucking thing. The long, endless journey with no destination besides fullness and aliveness or death in numbness and comfort. For each growing pain along the way and the sheer panic and moments of crystal clear clarity. Every fucking breath, every fight, every smile and every rain storm. For every sunny morning. For everything.
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Yes. Everything. All of it.
I couldn't have said it better - Scott
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