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Jacob was on his way home. Driving through the dark woods, he was about 4 hours through an 8 hour drive. The road was dark, narrow, and had many quick curves. Late night fog was forming low to the ground, moving in as if alive, like a blanket for the night. Long drives such as this always inevitably led to introspective thoughts. Reminiscing on the past, planning for the future, wishing, hoping. As he drove along the dark path, something caught the corner of his eye, it was bright, but he couldn’t...
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It's all temporary.
When something hurts, don't worry, it's temporary.
When something is good, make it last, 'cause it's temporary.
When you are sad and alone, don't worry, it's temporary.
When you are laughing so hard it makes you cry, enjoy it, 'cause it's temporary.
When you are crying so hard it makes you laugh, thats wierd, so be glad it's temporary.
When you have more problems than solutions, simmer down,...
When something hurts, don't worry, it's temporary.
When something is good, make it last, 'cause it's temporary.
When you are sad and alone, don't worry, it's temporary.
When you are laughing so hard it makes you cry, enjoy it, 'cause it's temporary.
When you are crying so hard it makes you laugh, thats wierd, so be glad it's temporary.
When you have more problems than solutions, simmer down,...
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As they drove along the highway, Trent had an odd feeling. He was only eight, but he knew something wasn't right. He thought endless desert in all directions was scary.
His mother and aunt were chatting with each other about movies. Trent loved his mom; he would sometimes just watch her talk and gaze in admiration. His father stared silently at the road, as if a machine completing its duty. Aunt Julie was friendly, although Trent didn't know her well, so he wasn't quite comfortable...
His mother and aunt were chatting with each other about movies. Trent loved his mom; he would sometimes just watch her talk and gaze in admiration. His father stared silently at the road, as if a machine completing its duty. Aunt Julie was friendly, although Trent didn't know her well, so he wasn't quite comfortable...
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