Inside each of us, there's a piece that wants to be memorable and beautiful. Maybe society taught us that. Maybe since the fall of man, we've been reaching to attain perfection. I'm not an exception to this. The thought of no one remembering me scares me; becoming faceless makes me nervous. Whether people remember me or not is still not what matters. It's still about my inside - my heart.
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wow. that left me speechless. i felt like i was reading something out of a published book. if it means anything you have touched my heart with yours <3 Jessica
Yet another post that I love. I can't get over your writing. Keep it up.
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