Hmm. I'm in a very precarious situation.
I'm all at once happy, anxious, nervous, impassioned, and mystified.
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Plus, I'm great compelled to speak politics but such matters seem pointless to me sometimes.
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Thesis is almost over.
Semester is almost over.
I could very well possibly graduate.
Why do I feel so secure.
So secure that I feel that something very horrible will upset it,, AGAIN!
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Sometimes I get to spend time with a person I have known for years.
And I realize and think why haven't we tried to get to know each other before.
But the realization is not of regret, only an act of wonderment.
But then, it's very possible that if we had been together before, things would have turned out fundamentally different.
And besides, time bears no real meaning when the moments that pass constitute little eternities: little wonderful eternities.
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I told you this is precarious.
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:)