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• I am everyone and no one, but mostly I am me

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• returned from the dead and allied my self with a ghost haunting an electric guitar
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Saturday, October 29, 2005

*sigh*
here's a nice short story. There once was a 15 year old boy who was looking around in a small little cupboard, when he came across 2 small little tin containers. when he touched them, he suddenly felt as if it was familiar, as if he had felt it before. He couldn't explain it, but he felt as if it had a "vibe" of someone that he had recognized from childhood, no face really, just a blurry feeling that had been forgotten till then. and all of a sudden he felt tears begin to stream down his face as he felt an unexplainable sadness, tearing at him. He knew only that he could remember it, and that he would never feel that warmth again. he then realized that they had belonged to his grandparents, who had been dead since he was little, and that they were some of the posessions left behind. The tears only flowed faster as he realized how something so simple could affect him soo much. Death can be a funny thing, and even though someone can die, their memories live on, he thought to himself. So he thought about what if his other relatives died? His family was the only thing he had ever become emotionally attached to, and he just got to thinking,"what if?" what would I do? would there be any regrets? anything he wished he had said? then came the simple answer... no. The moral of the story is to tell those that you love what you truly feel. Because you never know when they could go, and to never live in regret. this is not a work of fiction. this story was actually my day.
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