What is life? Something that will be enjoyed eventually. Unfortunately this is it. Sticky but it slips away- Long time is memory. happiness always vanishes easily. If memory set rock hard and was as inaccessible to thought as was one's conception. Pleasure might be found as one lost touch with each... Sign in to see full entry.
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