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We are faced with dozens of decisions from the mundane to the life changing ones every single day. Where do we eat? Should I go out tonight? What clothes should I wear today? Often times, we find ourselves in situations where we feel like we have no choice making us dread the fact that we have to decide on something. The Rants of a Wallflower.

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Harmonious volcabulary to substitute for the cacophony of life. Oh, How I Cry. Posted on August 26, 2013. Oh, how I long to cry. To shed these tears as memories, to ignore the pain seen;. Blissful responses so as to push one step. Closer to the unfamiliarity;. Of how peaceful humanity can be? Oh, how I long to cry. Are we so cold? Oh, how I cry.

Perspectives On Time Viewed Through A Veil Of Cynicism. Middot; Leave a comment. There once was a large cage that contained four rats. The Man provides only enough food and water for the rats, depending upon the number of rats living in the cage. There were two male rats and two female rats, one male per female.