Patience is worn down; the time has come.
Move on... Move On...
Every breath is pushing me in that direction. Every rustle in the leaves outside is a whisper. "Adventure."
I need to get out of here to start my life. To be MY OWN. To experience everything anew and to begin my path.
Time to tread through the forest of life, to pick my direction and press toward the horizon.
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