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And the minute I stepped through that door, I knew exactly what I had been missing all this while. That glance was enough to send me plummeting. I was set afire, my heartstrings playing a wide array of music. As I drew closer, it seemed like an entire orchestra had formed, and everything was building towards entropy. And then, just as she held me- everything lay still again. So the minute I stepped through that door, I knew exactly what I had been missing all this while.
The needle paves the way for the thread yet again. In and out, weaving in an all too familiar pattern. And the pair work tirelessly to save the day once more.
Because when she is near, nothing in the world can bring him down. His universe turns beautiful once more. And nothing can ever dampen his spirits, because she is near.
The answers- they'll come. You just have to ask the right questions.
Hey, you over there. Yes, you.
Life can be cruel sometimes. It can make you doubt everything, most of all - yourself. But there's a secret no one's told you yet. You are elastic.
So you, don't you worry. Because sooner or later, the stretch will be over. Everything, every little thing, will be just fine.
The cool air poking me. The sun, setting ever so slowly in the distance, creating a bright and yet ever-so dim crimson setting. The wind slapping against my face, reminding me I'm alive. This is what I live for. Why do they always think I enjoy walking. The car, the car! I keep telling you! - Memoirs of a poetic Husky pup.
There was a river of red flowing beneath her feet as the pile of bricks bled endlessly. The flow seemed to capture her tireless toil; refining each and every brick to a near perfect rectangle. This was her means of living. This wasn't just an option- it was survival.
Our canvas is life and we hold the paintbrush. When drawing, some choose to replicate pictures they admire. But paintings that really stand out are the genuine, original ones. The ones we were bold enough to create.
"Cross your heart! Cross it!"
Why did 'lock' trigger that memory? I'll just sit and smile. Silly hippocampus!
I hate generalizing, but why is it that everyone hates their managers? Is it because when they take up the famed title, they actually trade their souls to the company in exchange for making every other employee's life miserable? I myself have experienced two managers where I previously worked. One seemed like an angel and the other was purely the opposite. But in the end, I found out that both had taken advantage of me. Both, in their own cunning ways.
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