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what's going to become of me? one day will i become a memory, a thought cherished on occassion, or something of even less significance? it's cliche to ask what the purpose of life is, and that is not what i'm questioning. when i die, since the world ends for me, is it my world that's really ending or is it just my perception, my senses, my thoughts.. i don't know where all of this is coming from. last night driving in the car with the window down and my eyes shut, i just let my thoughts go. that's what i want to feel about life; i just want to set myself free and go with it. maybe when i die no one will remember me, but the important thing to me right now is being happy and having fun riding the wave that is life.
we have so much future together, friend. we will conquer the world, and more. think; one more YEAR and we'll be in the same town. i only wish that it would happen instantly and with no effort. i love you, soul mate.