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The Prospect Of An Early Death Sits Differently Upon Each Person. In Some It Gifts Maturity Far Outweighing Their Age And Experience: Calm Acceptance Blossoms Into A Beautiful Nature And Soft Countenance. In Others, However, It Leads To The Formation Of A Tiny Ice Flint In Their Heart. Ice That, Though At Times Concealed, Never Properly Melts. Rose, Though She Would Have Liked To Be One Of The Former, Knew Herself Deep Down To Be One Of The Latter.

Only People Unhappy In The Present Seek To Know The Future.

Even The Most Pragmatic Person Fell Victim At Times To A Longing For Something Other.

A Girl Expecting Rescue Never Learns To Save Herself. Even With The Means, She Will Find Her Courage Wanting.

I've Heard It Said That Children Born To Stressful Times Never Shake The Air Of Woe . . . .