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If I could take a photo of right now, could freeze this moment in time, I think that it would make a nice addition to my collection. One of life's lesser appreciated luxuries is the inherent knowledge of beginnings and ends. If life were a novel, these breaks would be its chapters. From this tired hour, I keep flipping ahead and I can't find where the next chapter begins and this one ends. I remember how the last one ended; where I was standing, how I felt. I was thankful for a change of pace -- a diversion from grim truths.

The last couple of xxxxx have been generally worthwhile, but I'm ready to move on. Everything is becoming redundant, and my composure as of late has been in random decline. I wish I didn't live in black and white.