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We only have 86,400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away. We have to tell them that we love them while we got the chance to say it. We have to live like we’re dying. We never know a good thing until it’s gone. You never see a crash until it’s head on. All those people are right when we’re dead wrong, you never know a good thing until it’s gone.
All I know is I'm not ready to shelve these feelings yet. Two thousand word literature essay on diasporas and migrant literature to do. I am only one hundred and sixty four words through it.