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I have come to the conclusion that everything is made up to us by us. I dont know if Im happy with this kind of insight.

Is love something else but a mere word of four letters?? I hope so. But hope has four letters too.

Today I feel awfully well, yesterday I was terribly awful. Tomorrow, I hope I am.

What else do we want but love meaning comfort obviously

PLANNING: What do I intend to reach? When? How? What to do?
The Eden is not lost. We just cant find it.
Sometimes I wish I werent able to feel any epiphany at all. They usually hurt.

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