you weave through the story,
all these intricate details along the way;
like sitting in malibu, finally coming to terms with brokenness,
like drinking blue bottle coffee while touring pepperdine
like yelling with childlike joy as i soar on the rollercoasters at six flags.
you weave it all in
until it becomes something beautiful.
the story isn't over
and the pain that i've been feeling
cannot compare to the joy thats coming.
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