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Friday, September 18, 2009

i remembered

I write because there are beautiful stories out there. The stories out there are the same as the stories we have inside. These stories are beautiful, but they're also scary and sad, and we don't like to think about them sometimes. But if we hear the story coming from the outside, then it can be easier to listen to the story inside.

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