Thursday, November 5, 2009
Everyday
Everyday something wonderful happens. It isn't always a good thing, but some things are just to great to be good. When someone dies, a great thing has happened. This doesn't mean that I'm happy about death, just that someone else has made it out and attained greatness. I didn't say that they were good people, but I know that they couldn't help who they are so they grow still through death. I don't even make any sense to myself sometime.
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