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The Orgins of A Life Wasted

       "Of course, she had a boyfriend," James thought. You never know when you step into that brief moment in time that forever alters your path. After that, James buried himself in his studies and the consumption of pseudo-Italian fare. He only found solace for the next four years while washing a large Papa John's pizza down with a two-liter Sprite. Yet as the numbers on the scale increased, so did his GPA.       James believed the world would finally find meaning when his intellectual equals accepted him into Harvard. Due to a clerical error and minor technicality, James's classmates did not hear him speak as valedictorian. As salutatorian, he was a mere onlooker on graduation day. As his classmates smiled and laughed he could only think, "Of course, she had a boyfriend."         Despite the disappointment of attending his safety school, Stanford, James almost felt at home. His professors began to recognize his potential in a budding Psychology
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The Bright Abyss - Empty Memories

   He sat alone.    The temperature was perfect in this cozy coffee shop on the bottom floor of an old Victorian-style building. Lo-if music played through crackling speakers as the warm aroma of coffee covered the smell of the aging but up-kept facility.    Staring outside, he saw the streets were equally empty. Gray clouds started to roll in with drizzle. The pavement slowly turned a darker gray, one tiny splash at a time. The newly formed sheet of glass glistened. If anyone had been outside, they would have seen a single blurry silhouette behind the street reflecting on the window.    He didn't remember the last time he had seen his family. There hadn't been anyone to talk to in eight days. The familiar sound of rain on the roof shook him out of his panic. Gifting him the first brief moment of comfort he felt since arriving in the city.    The rain made for good thinking weather, he thought. There was nothing to interrupt his morning without glowing faces buried in laptops t
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