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whatever comes, let it come,

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what stays, let it stay,

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what goes, let it go…

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my father once told me a story

about

an

old

redwood tree

how it stood tall and proud

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its sprawling limbs clothed in emerald green

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with a smile,

my father described its as a mere sapling,

sheltered by its elders

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basking in the safety of the warm, dappled light

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but as the tree grew taller,

it found itself at the mercy

of the cruel wind

and

the vicious rain

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together,

they tore relentlessly at its pretty boughs

until it felt as though its heart would split in two

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after a long,

thoughtful pause,

my father turned to me and said:

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my daughter, one day the same thing will happen to you, and when that time comes, remember the redwood tree

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do not worry about the cruel wind or the vicious rain — but do as that tree did and just K E E P   G R O W I N G “

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you
are
someone’s soulmate

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someone,

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somewhere
is
missing
the
idea
of
you

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they
may
not
know
your
name

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your
face
may
be
unfamiliar

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but
someone

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somewhere
is
imagining
what
it
would
be
like
to
be
with
someone
like
you

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no one truly know who they are ‘ he sighs

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the

glass bottle

does

not

know

its

own

contents

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it has no idea whether

it is a vessel for the most delicious apple cider,

a lovingly crafted wine,

or

a bitter poison

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people are the same

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yet, like the bottle

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we are transparent

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we can not see ourselves the way others see us

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how do you see me? ‘ she asked

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you are a bottle floating out at sea ‘ he says ‘ one that contains a very important message, it may never reach its recipient but as long as there is someone waiting, it will always have purpose

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will you wait for mine ?

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i will ‘ he promised

i will look for you every time i stand at the edge of the ocean

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Source: Lullabies by Lang Leav

 

 

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you [and I] are NOT for everyone

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you [and I] are not for everyone.

there are

poems within us that people will not be able to handle,

storms surging through our bones that young men and women will never be able to weather

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see,

you [and I] have a love inside of us that will ooze from our very veins

like honey on a hot day

and

you [and I] will never be able to stop it

you [and I] are going to fall deeply in love with the wrong world

— the kind of world young girls dream of, the kind of world where people say how they feel and love whom they love —

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you [and I] will forever be attached to the deep parts of those you [and I] tangle ourselves within,

though they will never get their hands dirty long enough to uncover the treasure that hums within our dancing pulse

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you [and I] are going to be misunderstood in the way you [and I] care,

for you [and I] will love people not for what is obvious within them,

but for what is hidden beneath their masks

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you [and I] are not going to revel in their freckles,

you [and I] will not compliment the hues within their eyes

you [and I] are going to live for the way they breathe in the cold December air,

watching as their chest rises and falls like our very heartbeat

you [and I] are going to live for the way their pupils dilate when they talk about something they are truly passionate about,

when their cheeks flush from a compliment or the unexpected brush of our foot against their leg

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NO,

you [and I] are not for everyone

you [and I] are never going to be able to stop ourselves from screaming our love from rooftops,

you [and I] will never be able to play it cool

you [and I] are the kind of person who will worry about the strangers you [and I] see in grocery stores,

the kind of person who will stay up at night wondering about our fifth grade crush,

hoping that the sun is setting beautifully wherever they rest their head

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for that,

I hope you [and I] protect ourselves

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I hope that you [and I] do not let the world condemn you [and I]

for being too loud,

too expressive,

too soft;

that you [and I] do not let it convince you [and I] to be perfect instead of real

I truly hope that you [and I] celebrate the fact that

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you [and I] are not for everyone

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that you [and I] are not impressing the kinds of people who were built on the foundations of a sad world

If there is anything you [and I] do,

please,

let ourselves rejoice in the fact that you [and I] do not fit in,

that you [and I] think differently,

because there is a chaos that laughs inside of you [and I]

and

it is going to change lives

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it is going to make even the cynics believe again

it is going to grow love from thorn and glass

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Source: http://thoughtcatalog.com/bianca-sparacino/2015/12/you-are-not-for-everyone/