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Aug 2014
The world is a place of unreliability. There is no promise. There are no things to be assured. We can spew words and make them happen; but we can never be certain they will occur until executed. There are people that value themselves more than they value others; although there are people that have the capability to value others over themselves.

We all walk around like we know everything. Like we know God. Like we know death. Like we know love…but we don't know anything. Our feeble minds aren't willing to tell us that. They let us think narcissistic, egocentric and arrogant thoughts; while dismissing the ignorance of it all. All of us aspire highly. Dreaming for success. Hoping one day we can get there.

Then what?
Everyone will forget.
Everyone will be gone, along with the memory of you.
May 3, 2014
Ellie Wasmund
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Ellie Wasmund  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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