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Wednesday, January 14, 2009, 5:39 PM
Lost
Everything gets lost for a reason, right? We're supposed to lose things. I'm not talking about people and how they go away. I'm talking about the tangible, sentimental items that without them, we feel naked. We keep searching and searching in the hopes that it might turn up, and back in the crevasses of our brain, we don't want to acknowledge the fact that it will NEVER turn up. People say they're sorry when you lose something, because what else are you supposed to say? "Congratulations! You just lost a piece of your life!" No. But other people also don't know how much something is apart of your life. They're stuck on the outside looking in.
Labels: brain, life, lost, missing, reasons, searching, sentimental, tangible
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