Because Every Now and Then I Say Something Profound
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I read and I drink. I do a lot of both. And I write. I do less of this. But here you are. I have a mild addiction to sharpies and post-its. My world is color coated.
I am practically a walking dictionary but a horrible speller. I tend to manifest things in my life, but never know I’m doing it. I know that everything that has ever happened was inevitable.
Life will never deal you a hand you can’t endure. It wouldn’t be natural. I deeply feel that the word endure holds the meaning to life. The past is my future, which is good since I can’t let it go. Nostalgia is a favorite of mine.
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