What are the things and who are the people you barely notice each day that you should be thankful for?
Yearly, I remember... things I want to forget.
When nobody's around, I try not to care. I must deliver.
She hates me. She is part of me.
Everything was the same, yet she felt so different.
"It's never too late to be who you might have been." - George Eliot
Tomorrow seems so far away. If all I can have is you.
It’s easy to think there are more things dividing us than uniting us.
She looked around... Searching for a face that does not reflect her own.
“Blowing out someone else's candle doesn't make yours shine any brighter.”
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