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2013-03-02 - 12:38 a.m. Always looking backward. It's hard not to. The people I came from were the funniest and smartest I've ever known. The place I came from was beautiful. How do I not compare everything that happens to me, everyone I meet, every place I go, to that feeling? Looking for a sign about where to go. Or at least something to help me logically deduce it.
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