It's not the snow hitting my nose.
Or this breath of fresh air.
Its not the people I pass by,
Or the laughter that I've shared
It's not even the books that I read
Or the conversations I've heard
It's not the smiles in my coffee
Or the glow at the tip of my cigarette.
It's not the music I listen to
Or the movies I've watched.
Nothing inspires me quite like you do.
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There’s so much to look forward to, each day is a gift, and I’m grateful for the blessings, both big and small. I’m still looking for answers, still searching for my place in this world, still reaching for the stars; always dreaming...
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