Half Empty, Half Full

Half Empty, Half Full

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Ongoing5m

Last published Fri, Aug 18, 2017

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I remember my reincarnation. It was quiet and subtle. It was quick yet life changing. I'm not supposed to remember. Was it a mistake, a error, or a sign? I'm renewed. I should have NEW goals, right? I find myself replay memory after memory. When I can't make NEW memories of my own. A life meant for past lives rather than creating a NEW destiny. Or am I meant for something much more bigger? I find myself asking these questions, and never really finding an answer. Or finding someone.

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