"It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and sorrow, should only be organized dust — ready to fly abroad the moment the spring snaps, or the spark goes out which kept it together. Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable, and life is more than a dream."
Isn't that beautiful? It makes my throat clench its fists, then it opens up and lets light in. What are you worrying about? Don't sweat it
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it's nights like this that i love everything. i'm so proud that i'm here!