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It's snowing. Jack trudges with snow covering his boots. He stops. His breath is visible in the air. There is a trail of footprints in the field of snow behind him.

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It had been ten years, and I regretted the last ten years. Although the best moments of my life were within those years, I'd still go back and change that day if I could.

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if the machine can do all of that, then what are we?

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Some night I lay awake and remember the message I did not reply.

(Was she crying?)//(Was she sitting in a corner with eyes blurred by tears when she hit the send?)

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So neat with whatever work she picked up, although she was always so afraid to try new things, she always succeeded. Unlike me, clumsy, impatient, she was steady and executed the movements calmly and naturally the world gave in to/blessed everything she did.

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So neat with whatever work she picked up, although she was always so afraid to try new things, she always succeeded. Unlike me, clumsy, impatient, she was steady and executed the movements calmly and naturally the world gave in to/blessed everything she did.

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A flash of red, a laugh that did wonders to my sullen mood, filled with so much good-intention and not a strain of harm, the furtherest thing away from bad things that happen and evil and ill-intentions, made me believe that life must be easy if one could still laugh like that.

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pure good, all ill-intends destilled

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It hit me like a blast. This was just an awkward teenager, disguised in a twenty-five year old body; the stiff gazes, the strange laughs and awkward  … I wondered where he'd gone off.

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I wanted hurt, it made no sense.

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I was rowing/drifting further away from my dreams.

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His life is pointless, and he spends the days under the duvet, hiding from the world outside.

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He is like a crying child - sitting on the floor hulking because he fell.

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The purple mountains in the back, the melting gold, the pale, soft clouds, stretched across a serene sky. A place where peace exists and there are no worries.

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Sun is setting - light is dimming. The last of daylight, I want to write something before dark.

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The afternoon sun. Time has stilled. I was trapped within the four walls of my home.

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The pain of holding ones own toothbrush

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The setting sun - another day I survived.