I don't feel like doing it anymore, honestly. Tonight's is going to be short, but I figure no one will ever read this stupid blog, and I don't want to loose these next words. Ignore that previous run-on (and this fragment).
"If I am going to perish, then let me first appear as striking as the blossom, let me wither to the feeling of a winter breeze upon my skin. Disappearing into oblivion and bereavement like the perennial."
~Me
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