That we meet in our middle way,
on our way back down to earth.
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Pamela 11071995
I felt that night, on the stage, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming? Tagboard
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Friday, March 5, 2010
Z: I prefer the yellow book it has more content P: I prefer the other one, seems more precise since there's the word O levels on it 10 minutes later P: Eh isn't this concept suppose to be the other way round from what's printed Z: Hmm Z: Don't argue with the book since you find it more precise // Ms Yeo makes me laugh in class a whole lot |