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They walked around together, their casual chatter interrupted with joyful laughter every now and then, with a cheerful and friendly atmosphere surrounding the two of them. They were oblivious to almost everything but what was directly in front of them, so intent on their goal they were; and so, they almost missed a tiny stand on the side of the road, full of colorful beads that sparkled and silvery string that shone with a faint, pearly glow.

The brightness of the booth’s goods caught the pair’s eyes, and they walked over to gaze in awe and wonder at the magnificent variety and beauty of the beads. As one of them picked out a favorite few, the other eyed the price – it was cheap. Making an executive decision, he bought the beads that the other had been eyeing, and slipped them onto a string – making a bracelet of sorts – and turned to the other.

He asked if he could tie it on to the other’s wrist?

The other gave consent gladly.

And they left together, in the exact same way as they had come, chatting, happily and gladly – only this time, they left holding hands.

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Sorry. Inspiration for this was from May…and I’m not inspired anymore QQ OTL

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The world is black, black, black.

Pitch black; everything is darkness -

- an emptiness that aches -

- a pit of despair, slowly burning, burning, burning-

-dying, the soul, the heart, the mind, all dying -

what is left?

This is my English homework.

Aha. 0.0||

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A seemingly lively, bustling marketplace – a tottering three-year old with his smiling face upturned, exuding innocence from his very being, stretching out his tiny hands towards a middle-aged woman hurriedly shopping for groceries, tumbles harshly to the ground as he is cruelly pushed away without a thought, as the lady clutches her fancy, branded bag close to her, practically running away from the child; a deceptively peaceful workplace – the young intern who rushes around the building, copying countless files and working endlessly to make ends meet, is tailed and watched constantly by her boss as he waits for her to slip up, to make an error, a mistake; a world that appears to be running smoothly, but is in fact a morass of chaos and despair, filled with people who live in perpetual fear of one another, people who are friends one day and enemies the next, people who do not have hopes or dreams, beliefs or convictions, or perhaps even the will to live – people who exist with the terrible sentiment of “kill or be killed,” and will trample on and destroy others in order to survive — this is the bleak fatality of a world devoid of trust.

Always having faith in people, no matter what their actions are; always taking for granted that their motives are pure and their hearts are filled with kindness; always and unwaveringly forgiving, when they do not, cannot keep their promises; and never, never doubting — trust encompasses all of these, and more.

But most importantly, trust is the firm, unshakable belief in the goodness of all humanity. Trust can only exist alongside this belief; and with trust comes hope – individual aspirations, as well as hope for all of mankind – and the promise of a brighter future.

What is this, you ask?

It is kindness.

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Sorry for skipping almost two months now…I want to continue this though.

On the other hand, after staying in bed from around seven to twelve today, half asleep, half awake – not wanting to get out of bed – I’ve had a couple of really strange dreams, which I will hopefully not forget anytime soon.