Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.
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你今年已经缺课了两周这是那个过去三年已经死了四次的奶奶吗其实是五次/不论如何我都救了你一命你没有你只是在小题大做你想怎样啊/我觉得出去走走对你会有好处也许我不想出去走也许我厌烦了人类人类是很愚蠢但很少部分的人可能是好意/两个漫游者仅此而已/你内心至少有一千种能力就算你不这么觉得/你知道别人都管你叫怪胎对吧人们不喜欢这样人们喜欢贴标签喜欢把你给限定住人们想要你成为他们想要的样子人们不喜欢凌乱或者不同的东西/我会去一个之前没有人去过的地方你想去的话也可以/Before I die I want to stay awake/人都会评头论足的这是他们的专长/我觉得我总是把事情搞砸我不确定自己知不知道如何不搞砸男人把我添到了高潮A片这个有用吗/通往另一个世界(3.5)