But thing in the past are like plate that__ shattered to pieces. You can never put it back together like it was, right?
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I'm alone inside the world of the story, my favorite feeling in the world.
A dense, artistic kind of imperfection stimulates your consciousness, keeps you alert. If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I'm driving, I might want to close my eyes and die right then and there. But listening to the D major, I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of-- that a certain type of perfection can only be realised through a limitless accumulation of imperfect.
A question wells up inside me, a question so big it blocks my throat and makes it hard to breathe. Somehow I swallow it back, finally choosing another. "Are memories such an important thing?""It depends," she replies, and closes her eyes. "In some cases, they're the most important thing there is.
He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn__ able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.