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Keep your options open.
Falling fast isn't bad unless they're not expecting to be the one that's supposed to catch you when gravity catches up to what you think is an infinite unrealistic reality.
And love is about as rare as blue roses growing in the mist of mas casuality.
Did I mention this was an unrealistic reality?
I know, it's getting a bit confusing and somewhat misleading.
What I mean is keep your options open.
Yes I know this statement is a bit repetative, but keep your options open.
This is my blatantly obvious yet tactful attempt at subliminal mind control, or whatever they call it.
Is it working?
Keep your options open.
You know falling for someone is about as difficult as it is to not fall for someone.
Do you let your guards down or do you go all in?
When you're older you go all in.
When you're young and have been hurt you keep your options open, but you just tell everyone no one else caught your attention.
When you're young and nieve like most of us you forget the caution signs every where and you go all in.
I've said it so much you must have caught on to who the audience was, right?
I think my options are open, or about as open as they can get, or maybe i'm falling but i'm fighting it.
Maybe i'm as confused as any individual my age, maybe not.
Maybe i'm just sitting here thinking of ways to totally mind screw you.
Maybe this is me pretending to be smart and i'm just really over analyzing things.
Maybe I picked up a few tricks on how to sound smarter then I am while I was in school.
Maybe I am so intellectually intelligent in the most unobvious ways to you that this is mind blowing that I even thought of this.
Maybe this entire thing is a lie and i'm just rambling for the sake of it.
Maybe not.
I'm only 18, what do I know, what exactly have I experienced in such a short amount of time?
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