August Fifth.
Its strange how sometimes you stop amidst your tracks and think, just think, about the life youre living. Whether youre sitting on a bench in your local park, reading a book, or talking to your friend on the phone, theres always a certain instance in which you put down everything and ask yourself simple questions in which you thought you were expert in before. What exactly does it mean, to live? you find yourself asking as you ponder the reason for your being. Its quite complicated, really, this simple concept we call life. So many uncertainties fill the air as people rush through the streets of New York City or honk through the traffic of L.A; and yet, nobody seems to really think about what theyre doing with their lives. But, here sits a girl, her soon-to-be finished novel in hand, wondering if she was ordained to this life, wondering if she even had a purpose. All her life, she had been told that she could do whatever she wanted; pursue the dreams that lie deep within her. But yet, she looks around, noting the many complications of it all: the many complications in this typical scenario called her life.










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"But we loved with a love that was more than love - I and my Annabell Lee" - Edgar Allen Poe
thanx for the fav!
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*feels special*
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It's not that I follow a style, It's that my style has a name.
*raises eyebrow in a Know-It-All way*
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I'll take a Cafe-Mocha-Vodka-Marijuana-Latte to go please. [[as seen on a shirt in Northern California]] xD
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hello
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