Goodbye, friends.
EDIT: I just finished deleting all my old journals. It went all the way back to 2003. I was a lot happier then.. or so it seemed. I dont know why Im posting this.
Whatever.
Everything is deleted except for one thing.


Metaphor of LifeLife is like a burning flame. Waving carelessly into the wind. It doesn't care that the wind looms over it with the threat of whisking it away. Life will burn on lending it's light to the world as it grows in strength. It will give life, spreading it's light onward across the face of the earth before it's own light dims. Then it gives itself to the wind, to death, and from the ashes rises a soft trace of smoke. A memory, a silhouette lending it's wisdom and pride to the light of it's future.Metaphor of Life
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