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Passing By

Mundane, lost, never found, the life of a girl who has lost all spirit she ever had. She now holds the fears that should only be held by those who don't understand. Life is passing by, day by day, a new sun rises in the sky. The clouds threaten to blanket the universe, make it lose its luster. And she cries, at night when no one is listening. She fears the future and what it promises, threatening to tear it all apart. And she forgets, or at least tries to push it all, away, away from her mind. No one ever stays, no one ever changes. Life is just an endless journey, forcing her to connect with a mass of people who lack promise, who refuse to protect, comfort and share with her a life, a life much better than the one she awoke to this very day.
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stephanie-cosman
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stephanie-cosman
Canadian
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Apr 11, 2011
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