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May 2014
One day

All the problems we've ever had
will be meaningless
and rustic
and unfortunate
and laughable

One day

We will realize war was never worth it

One day

We will invent an eraser that rubs off scars

One day

The time we spent pondering and thinking
All that time no one bothered to record...

Our tears,
Sweat,
Fear,
Idiosyncrasies,
Weapons,
Secrets,
Patience,
P­aradoxes,
Listlessness,
Silent anger,
Struggles...

Our smirks of judgement directed at others,
Our sobs of judgement directed at ourselves...

One day, all of these things will mean nothing
except that they served their purposes
to get us to the present
and gave us a **now
.
The most important nothings helped us find our way to somethings, somehow. Don't let them go to waste.
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