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Words Left Unsaid

We trod through this life in our own little bubble Without REALLY getting to know one another. Why don’t we open up? Is it too much trouble? We just pass on the street and ignore each other. And what about those with whom we work every day? We spend a third of our lives with those we hardly know. And when they’re gone… really gone… what do we say? “Oh, they were such a nice person… so easy to know.” You can never have too many friends in this life. So, spark up a conversation with someone new. Being alone in the world cuts like a knife. And there’s no one that can change that, except for you. If you have something to say to someone, say it. It’s too late to say anything after they’re gone. Don’t let time pass you by, even a little bit. There’s no use waiting until another dawn.

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