We all lose somebody we care about and want to find some comforting way of dealing with it, something that will give us a little closure, a little peace.

There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.

Scenery without solace is meaningless.

We all have two things in common, no matter who we are: We were born and we are going to die.

But common sense has no place in first love and never has.

Shouldn't the world stop? Don't they know what has happened to me?

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