Rubble

Eventually, every memory becomes a story. And that’s how I learned to cope with life. The world is full of beautiful stories- sad stories, painful stories, hilarious stories. Epics and anecdotes. Journeys and moments.

I put all these stories in a box, and I shake that box until I can no more recognize which of them are mine. The world is full of beautiful stories.

And  this is how I learned to cope with life.

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