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I think of the people I have lost this year.
The ones who are still around, but no longer here. The ones who kept me afloat, but then walked away. The ones who tried, and gave up. The ones who fought for something, but couldn’t hold on. The ones who struggled to keep up, and went a different way. The ones who built a bond, but tore it apart.
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It's hard to believe February is already days away, I'm hardly adjusting to the new year and a month has already almost come... and gone. It's been good so far. I wouldn't go to the extent to call it comfortable, but the routine I'm falling into isn't such a scary place to be after all. I'm learning something new about myself every day. Like how ( Read more... ) -
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“Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation ( Read more... ) -
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Maybe the truth is there's a little bit of loser in all of us, you know? Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things like wearing these pants, or getting to a new level of Dragon's Lair - making those count for more than the bad stuff. Maybe we just get through it... and ( Read more... ) -
From raspy jovi
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Yesterday made me realize that a person's true character can be completely contrasting to the one that is perceived in my mind. It attests the power of imagination. I have the ability to fool myself into believing the impossible, distorting both reality and the specifics. Normally, the thought of such an occurrence would be treated as luxury. These ( Read more... ) -
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Looking back, life seemed a lot better when I was living in my own little bubble; Thinking ankle socks made me hip, wearing the backpack a little lower to secure that bounce when you walk, singing songs out loud with your friends in class when the teacher isn't around, sitting with your clique during assembly on Fridays. No one cares that you were ( Read more... )
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