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I don’t know how they happen. They just do. Throughout history there have been many bad events. Horrific events. Events that shattered lives and have us picking up pieces for years to come. Where did they begin? Can you remember? Can you remember that one exact moment that set it all it a tumble? Odds are you can’t. None of us can. The cause to most of these events were set in place long before we were even a thought. This all translate into our everyday life. Think about the places you been, the people you love and the memories you have made. All things can not continue. They say, all good things must come to an end. While, I don’t believe this to be entirely true, some good things do come to an end. Sometimes I find it difficult to pinpoint exactly where it went wrong. Which is why I think you shouldn’t focus on the bad things. Look at all the good times. Life is too short to sweat the small stuff. And at this point, I am sure I am the small stuff to a handful of people. And that’s ok, I am ok with that. Just don’t let it eat at you for to long.

An unusual, semi-personal, emotional rambling. I promised to never do it. Typical.

KC Out


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