Dear Diary,
I realized, today, in class, while doodling instead of listening because everyone expects me to have horrible grades and I must play the part, that life is infinite.
Possibilities are infinite.
Words are infinite.
Forever is infinite.
I'm not.
So why do I pretend I am?
Yours truly, with love,
Holly
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slowly fading memories | watty's2016
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