Leaves aren't appreciated until they're dying.
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Even if they were, you wouldn't know.
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After death, harsher death comes...and yet it's the most beautiful silence you can ever have.
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Sometimes the sun can be too hot, and sometimes the air can get too cold...but people walk in the snow in shorts and bathe in the sun.
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How can you envy someone else who envies you and not see the ignorance?
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Why do people feel obligated to yell when they don't understand things...
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Why do we spend so much of our time trying to make mistakes that we know we'll regret and hate afterward?
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If there is no God, then what is God?
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Why do we excuse our wrongs; pretending our wrongs are for the benefit of another when it is never...?
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We've enslaved something that was wild until it obeyed us...but sometimes they get unstable too.
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Why do we spend our lives to spend our lives with money; where did this value go wrong?
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Why do people always look for the wrong in something and the right in something, but no one looks for what's logical on the other side?
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Why does it hurt so much to be alone...and it hurts so much to be surrounded...?