when I'm weary with the pressures of life
the battle of self
and the suffocation of depression
i always find myself looking through my blog folder
fragments of a life, the one I cherish
all tucked neatly away, waiting to be rediscovered
precious moments that my soul will never forget
even after my body fails
i remember what is important
that it is not all about me
and never should be
and it's all better
today i discovered these treasures
and they made me smile
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Why is it that summer always seems so warm and has that dreamy glow when you're smack dab in the middle of winter?
Maybe it's the absence of that big puddle of sweat.
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