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Who is to know what the future will hold, the future from here to forever?
Who is to say what the fate has in store, the fate that has brought us tog..
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I woke up one day, and I was someone else.
Or used to be someone else,
it’s hard to tell.
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Have you ever pondered on how your life happened?
Everybody looks back when they are old enough on the seemingly minor or obviously life changing ..
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Your soul needs quiet to find itself.
You'd be hustling and mumbling and counting your problems, stuck in forever nowhere with strangers
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Softness brushes the glass pane, steadily patting at the window with delicate plush soles, the kind that make intricate embroidery patterns on freshly..
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“Who are you?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Who are you?”
Christine looked around, trying to garner some support from ..
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Dreams are our futures
sharing with our pasts,
and we their interpreters,
frustrating the first
and misunderstanding the latter.
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Sky camera shows why it’s best not to watch: this simple trick makes history dangerous, scrambling to recover experience. Search underway for mi..
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On my commute from work, I used to pass a graveyard. I was young and filled with want, as one is at that age, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, the age when ..
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Never had fall been more beautiful, a symphony of warm colors, like a nature’s embrace, and it made her feel loved by a love higher than this wo..
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