Every thought I think.
Every sight I see.
Every story I tell.
Every feeling I feel.
Every thing I touch.
Every memory I remember.
My entire existence is unintentionally divided in two,
before the accident,
and after.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
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It's hard to see now, but you will always do this unintentionally, I think. And one day, it won't mean quite the same thing as it does for you in your darkest hours now. Keep on, keep at it - you're doing it exactly right.
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