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» pensive Sometimes, in your heart or soul or what have you, you know that something is right or wrong. I'm not saying Good or Evil, I mean that you know what you are doing or thinking is true and proper and you aren't deluding yourself. For some reason I feel this way most often when I am, how shall I say it? Melancholy? Nobody likes to be glum or gloomy. But for some reason, when I am in one of those moods, I feel that I have a clarity that is otherwise obscured. Sure I love to be happy and laughing. I love to go out with my friends and talk and think and smile. But sometimes, when I am alone to think about things, you know, like Life and Love and the Future (not My future, the Future), I come to conclusions that I'd rather not share. And I think that this is why we often label thoughtful people as "gloomy." Maybe it's because the reality we spend so much time, effort and money trying to ignore is stark and scarey. But at the same time there's something lovely about it. And when I've spent to much time dwelling on these things I always come back to the same thought: That it's good to create something beautiful and bring it into the world.
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