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When I was younger, I sought the world.
Now that I've found it, I seek the light.
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Comments (10)
Ah, this is soooo relatable! I just wanna find the light, grab it and be gone from this world while shouting, "See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!" π€£π€£π€£π€£π€£π€£
Do you have to look hard to find it? β€
Amen! That'll preach, sister!
This is nice Rachel. I like the spiritual bend to this!
You can do both. Just wear shades.
And when you find the light? π‘
Beautiful! A little gem.
Excellent & so true!
Felt this. Remarkable with just a few chosen words. Well done, chum!
Rachel your perspective has shifted over time, Thank you for sharing this reflection!