what happens to a question unasked?
it folds and closes into itself
forgetting its aim
shooting the inquisitor instead of the target
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I think all of our thoughts are part of our memories. I also believe that memory and the past is an integral part of our present existence. Not all memories are good, but not all memories are bad. Hopefully we all have a good mix of memories that will help us reach our highest potentials in this life. My goal is to bring back my memories and to make them all sweet somehow.
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1 comment:
powerful this is qoute worthy!
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