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He didn't understand them at all. They said one thing and meant another. It was hard to keep up, he tried his hardest, but he could never quite understand. There were many, many times that he was close to giving up, but didn't. He was happy, it paid off in the end.

Anywhere always sounds like a better place.

I love cities. I've never actually lived in one, and I've only been to a real city twice, but I find something comforting about looking over the glowing skylines.

He absentmindedly played with the small, hard ball in his hand. Sad that this was the only physical memory of his dad left, but happy he had this marble instead of nothing at all.

study

Sometimes no matter how hard you study it doesn't pay off. Hours are spent cramming as much useless information that you'll never use again into your head. But for what? To please your parents? To look good for colleges? In 10 years, will the 95 you got in chemistry really matter? Will anyone care?

Have you ever looked at for so long that it became foreign. Even a word that once held so much meaning can easily be reduce to strange-sounding constants and vowels; an alien word.

Things begin and things end. Everything in the middle, isn't as important as we make it out to be. Everyone has a beginning and end. It's nothing new. It's nothing to be afraid of. It's something we just have to accept.

The papers just kept on coming and coming. How was he supposed to know that you only had to press the button once. He kept on pressing and pressing it until he looked over the computer screen and saw the ocean of papers. The door opened. He smiled widely as his parents surveyed yet another mess he had created.

His sweaty palms where trembling as he fiddled with the papers in his hand. He stood outside the oak doors, catching his breath before he stepped into the room where strangers would decide on everything he had ever worked for. All his dreams would be crushed if they decided if they found any flaw in his creation. He opened the door and walked in.

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Vanessa wrote about beginning
“Things begin and things end. Everything in the middle, isn't as important as we make it out to be. Everyone has a beginning and end. It's nothing new. It's nothing to be afraid of. It's something we …”

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