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I have always loved you, she said. But there was pain in her heart.

It's what happens when you live inside but like a gypsy. And I can't help but think that for my whole life she resented us in some way or another, the way people with green eyes always do. They always tell you to run and be free, and when you grow up you can tell them how they've done it all wrong.

You can't base it off what you know from a past life.

Regardless of how hard you drill, the mind can never be free. What the old life teaches you is that growing up, you need to focus on one thing. There can only ever be that one thing. And you do; you take it for granted that this is all you've ever known. And then suddenly one day you hit the real world and realize you can't manage between that one thing and the billion of others you never knew you loved.

It's like the stars.