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Death reminds us that life isn’t infinite and that one day, our time will come too.
It’s odd. Some people never see it coming, others have a countdown, and I don’t know which is worse.
Addiction is exhausting for both the users and the ones they use.
Death waits for no one.
She told me flowers reminded her of life—beautiful, delicate, and short-lived.
Your father. He didn’t disappear. Don’t trust . . .
When you shine brighter than the sun, it’s hard for
others to look at you, so you have two choices: look and be blinded with resentment or look away.
But sometimes it’s the bad things in life that make us feel the most alive.
