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(as we know it?)

she sees the glass as half empty most days...
oh miss g(rey)
;
what's up?

word.

so what would you do if you knew it was your last day to live?

: well, frankly, i don't know. i guess i'll find out one day.
but thinking about it,
if it happened right now, i dunno if i'd be thinking about what she was trying to remember the whole time (apparently).
maybe, if i could anything i wanted -- and everything is possible -- i'd wanna find out where i was supposed to end up; although now that i think about it, if i was gonna die the next day then that's probably EXACTLY where i was supposed to be.

we're all exactly where we're supposed to be at this moment in time. nowhere else.

"i write when i cannot play the instruments of life that bring me joy... i put my words to use to connect me to world that understands that we are all the same. to touch pain and let it go is healing... i write to purge. :) Only a broken soul can use fierce words to heal itself" ~ md









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