As beings we are deprived of knowledge. We aren't born with immediate uneasy unimaginable thoughts. No, we know three things. Breath, blink, and strive till our end. But not all strive but most end. Kind of an unfair balance? But it's called life. And there is no way to describe what is real.
And here's the balance.
We'll never know. Knowledge it binds us. Makes our existence worthy. Maybe love but knowledge is key, key to money, fame, death, elsewhere, and the wonderlust of attraction.
So you'll never know.
Don't ponder your thoughts of others.
Don't judge. People do whatever the fuck they want. Remember that.
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Sweater Weather
Teen FictionBoth of Charlie's parents died in a car accident. Doesn't that sound familiar? Maybe something like two recklessly hot vampires along with their (spoiler) vampire beloved? Well then your mistaken because there are no vampires, recklessness nor relat...