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| lady_jane |
When I read things I have written in the past, it reminds me of those experiences, good or bad, and it makes me a bit sad that I don't remember them without reading about them. It makes me think of what I've done in my short 26 years, and how many more experiences I will have in the next 26, and the 26 beyond that. I don't write much anymore. I won't have my words to help me remember. I feel like I've lost a bit of magic. Growing up does that I guess. I do still have magic, though. In my Love, in my Daughter. There are people in my past that I don't talk to much, though they still mean a lot to me. I wonder if I can tell them that without seeming to have regret. Blather is one of those. I don't visit much, but it still means a lot. My young and relatively care-free self is one of those people, too... I'm playing keep-up with life, but I'm the one who has set the pace. It's quick, and I'm not sure how to slow it down. |
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