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# #4: Life is not measure in minutes but in moments.
Friday, October 16, 2009 9:00:00 PM / 2 comments

Don't you ever wish you could do that? Just run away from it all? Like when you don't want to talk but people keep asking; or when the pressure's too much and you can't take it anymore; or when you're just in the mood to getaway, to change, to do something different.

The you think about what you're leaving being. The things you care about or once cared for, the people you care about, the people who care about you, the memories.

Yeah, I've felt like this before. Like I just want to run away and never see anyone ever again. But then is it really worth it? Throwing away everything because something didn't go your way? It's sad really.

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