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The laughter of the moment. The sudden strange feeling of discontent. Then... Gone. The essence of being. The anxious thoughts of fear. Then... Gone. The glory of truth. The damning thought of doubt. Then... Gone. The endearing compassion of love. The searing fire of hate. Then... Gone. The lasting impression of beauty. The self-hate of vanity. Then... Gone.

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william-knight

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Published: Apr 17, 2011
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