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Mission
I wanna be able to say, ‘ I will love you even after I find out the truth of who you are’. Even after the masks come off, when you show me where you go to hide. I will love you and never stop loving you.
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Daily Grace, Daily Bread
Talking to N the pharmacist upon picking up my prescription made my day. I never talked to her in real life, only through texts when acquiring shifts. But she came out and we said hello. It started off as small talk and we ended up talking about her trip to South Korea, and the immigrant…
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Opening Sentence
“She didn’t know what she was doing, but she definitely tried…” emphasis on the “tried”.
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Runner
I love running. I love running to places. I love getting there and I love the process of getting there. I feel my muscles contracting, my lungs filling and emptying, my heart beating so fast. I know where I want to be. And so I run whether I am a gazelle or a lion. I…
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I know already
I already know what it will be like. I will look back and miss the most simple moments. I will work so hard just so I can have those moments back. When time was on my side, I maybe didn’t look close enough, intently enough at what was in my hand. I know later on,…
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never stop
Self-sufficiency comes before helping others. Competence is a second requirement. So it’s not selfish to focus on yourself first. In the long run, self improvement is altruism at its best.
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Like a wildflower
I can’t get over how beautiful and refreshing this green is. the cool morning air is cleansing my mind. I love this moment. Where was I all along? Why did I not see this even though I was looking at it all the time? Ah at least I am now. At least I’m here now.…
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closer
I don’t know everything and I can’t know everything but I don’t have to know everything to make the right decisions The heart is so deceptive. Sometimes the idea of something is more appealing to us than its actualisation. Or we might even be very aware of the fact that we don’t want the idea…
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ennui, you bastard
I hate you. You make me do foolish things. You expose my deepest self. I’m afraid it’s not what I wanted to see. There was nothing there after all. I was lost. Long gone. Nothing was there. I cry tears but they have no taste. Ennui you bastard, I blame it on you
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The bleeding feet
I was afraid of the sudden prospect that came upon me. The thought of having to walk until my feet is bloody. Having searched so hard, and been unsuccessful, dragging my bloody feet on the ground with a hole in my heart. When you give your heart, you open yourself up to pain. Each time,…
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