Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering - because you can’t take it in all at once.
So, this is my life.
And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
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