frightening thought du juor: time ticks away. days, years, entire lifetimes. amazing things happen to people. then they die. if no one remembers their stories, the memory of who they were and what they did blurs, like watercolour paintings left in the rain. until finally, nothing is left on the canvas.
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i never utter my real feelings about anythin. my lighter, superficial side will always be too quick for the deeper side of me, and that's why it always wins.
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that's the difficulty in these times: ideals, dreams, and cherished hopes rise within us, only to meet the horrible truth and be shattered.