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Sometimes all you need is one more chance to make something work. Some people would do anything for another shot at something. Maybe you just wish you could go back in time and undo what you said or what you did, but that's not going to happen. So you're forced to accept your fate and try your best to go on with your life.
Has anyone ever made a movie about a secretary? To me it seems like it's the most undervalued job ever. They really need more recognition!
Destruction isn't always the end, sometimes it's a beautiful beginning in disguise. New lessons can be learned and new experiences brought upon you. It's a form of progress.
Force is sort of like control, but without the control. You can have as much force as you want but a lot of people will still do whatever the hell they want. Control, on the other hand, is much more strategic.
A flimsy shelter sits above us as we walk by our selves. The streets are empty, yet they have a certain life about them. The chorus of raindrops bouncing and trickling off the side of our umbrella, creating a magnificent water show.
Smooth, a little bit too smooth. It's like the curtains in a museum, beautiful, but you can't touch them in fear of ruining them.
I can't explain the feeling, you must experience it for yourself. It's as if a thick ribbon was pulled straight from my chest, with my lungs tied in a neat bow at the end. Yet somehow, in this drowned mess, a wave of comfort overwhelms me. Somehow, I know it will all be fine soon.
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