If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Nobody Remembers

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Thursday, September 3, 2009

Nobody Remembers

Nobody remembers people they see every day, nobody yearns for the ones who stay. So here we are on the brink of forever, tempted by never, taunted by what ifs and whatever. Fleeting moments, passing fancies, I’d rather be the thought that blows your mind on sleepless nights than the body within... Sign in to see full entry.

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