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As this heart stops and starts, this breath becomes unsteady and quick. The things that cloud this mind are hovering above her, making it difficult to think. The moments of laughter and smiles, beautiful friends and soulful music, are drowned in the waves of doubt, and fear. The longing to run away and just get out, to go and never look back. The dreams of finding "the one" if that really exists. The longing to be able to just let go and never to regret. To live in the moment as a reality and not just as a saying people say to try and be hipster.