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Jun 2015
My life is slipping past without me realizing it. Moments are passing with a blink of an eye.

I am writing because I will never remember when I wrote this. I will not remember what I had for breakfast, what book I read, or where I went out to eat. I will never remember what colors the sunset was composed of, what song was stuck in my head. All that I will have of this day is this piece of writing - this one thought. And even then, this will be erased eventually, and I will forget everything I wrote.

I will forget everything.
I recently uncovered a journal I kept during my senior year. A book of mind garbage to dump thoughts in, instead of doing homework. Thought I'd share.
Aniseed
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Aniseed  122/Mars
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   JoJo Nguyen
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