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2007-04-24 - 1:44 p.m. We are but the foundations of dreams; waking up to a life we know not yet for in sleep one believes to be alive. If the glass breaks and lands on the pavement the liquid remains; seeping into the ground does not constitute as annihilation. Without a liquid jar to measure, optimism and pessimism cease to exist; we are what we are an equilibrium. Life consists of individual decisions, entrapped or emancipated, we decide. We possess the opportunity to oppress the negative impact we endure. When the toxin has eroded away at our purity, like a dentist, we must bury the burden and learn a lesson on how to prevent such pain. As the clock ticks, it is our duty to unveil the blanket of belligerence and battle our way back to satiety.
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