I think my life is like that notebook you keep during the best years of your life, the one you put all the little things in like random paper and thoughts. Y'know, tickets to the school play and a journal entry from a rather rainey day. There's no way to make sense of it, and it's a little disheveled, but the point always comes across. In all the confusion there's still the simplicity of just how wonderful those years were, and just how happy they were. Yea, they had their sad moments, but they led to something wonderful. Always.
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