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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Tues, May. 7
... And then, you were no more
Did you ever stop to think about the fact that life goes on? When someone fades from your life, just as your life goes on and you create new memories without them, so does theirs. They have new memories, new growth, new hard times, new interests, new friends, all without you there. It just keeps going. Sure, it may be hard for a while, but life just keeps going, and eventually, there's hardly a trace of you left in the present, just like there's very little trace left of them in your day to day wanderings. Only living on in memories... that's the way you are to them, just like that's the way they are to you.

Happy birthday.
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posted at 9:48 a.m.