idance5678
He told me to be patient. Good things will come to those who wait. What was he thinking. The guys never want to wait. But he is special. He taught me to love myself, and respect myself. We waited, so it was more special. I wanted to do it to get it over with. He knew I was wrong so he helped me. We waited. So it was special.
I could hear the foot steps getting closer and closer. step. step. step. steps. I was terrified. I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face, the fog was surrounding me. What will happen to me. Who is this person? I couldn't tell. I just knew they were getting closer. I was getting tured of worring so I started sprinting. I just ran. The steps were getting faster and louder. They were running too. I was scared. What will happen to me. I couldn't run much farther, I was slowing down, so I stopped. I turned around slowly, and then I saw him.
Anything is possible when you put your mind to it. You may think you weren't cut out for something, but no one is perfect. If you spend time trying something new something good can come of it. Things are only impossible when you don't try.
I put in my headphones and I am in a new place. The world around me stops and is transformed into something beautiful. I am not just me sitting in my house, I am a dancer upon stage, moving so beautifully, magically. Drifting off into a world unknown.
The chain link fence was getting closer as I ran. I could see the metal through the mist. I ran, keeping it in sight. Getting closer and closer.
They say comfort is the most important thing for confidence. When you are comfortable in a situation, that is when you come off the best, and can get your point across or be confident. Comfort could also be dangerous. If you get too comfortable in situations, you could loose everything. Comfort is beautiful, and dangerous.
I didn't mean to do the things I did. I just knew I needed money. I went the the town even and I went crazy. I acted fast and then I ran. And that is why I am here right now. The event at the event changed my life forever.
I had to get out. It was a misty morning it was very difficult to see through the thick magical fog. The mist sprayed up from the lake and nearby ponds and sprinkled my face with small beads. I was on a mision. Needing to get out of there. I knew I had to go quickly so I ran. Pushing through the dense low misty clouds. I felt like I was running in slow motion. Like in a dramatic movie. Running Running Running. The mist was wet and started running down my face. Or at least I think it was mist. It could have been sweat. Or even blood from the branches I flew through. I needed to get away. Faster faster faster. Pushing pushing. I forced a quick peek behind me and saw the lights getting closer and closer.
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