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Is this my punishment for this life? The grace extended for my repentance? Longing for something I don't even know, or perhaps, remember.

Now I understand why we must choose to move forward, because only by doing so can our minds escape the "what ifs" and "if onlies" of life.

It is ironic that the most indulged generation breeds the most discontent people.

Reality is suffocating if always blanketed with fantasy. Accept how things are. You were never someone out of the ordinary art.

If love is the answer, what will be the question?

Humans should stop playing like gods. We all know we’re never up to the task.

I love you and yet I don’t want to. Who can grasp such wonder? Robed in confusion, fantasy and hope.