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I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.

I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.

I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,

Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.

I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun;

Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.

Hi, everyone. I love reading classic novels and poetry. I know about photography as well. I am interested in altruism, buddhissm, philosophy and programming.

I want to talk with someone around my age (22-25) who shares similar interests. We can help each other. I can promise you that I would care about you and your progress as well.

I hope I can find my person.

And I am sorry but I do not want to respond to nsfw accounts or people who are older than me. Also again, I forgot to mention that I would like to talk someone who lives in Europe due to time zone issues that might be arised in in the future.

Hi, everyone. I love reading classic novels and poetry. I know about photography as well. I am interested in altruism, buddhissm, philosophy and programming.

I want to talk with someone around my age who shares similar interests. We can help each other. I can promise you that I would care about you and your progress as well.

I hope I can find my person.

Hi, everyone. He posted in here but I was not able to send a chat request because my account was new. I saved the post so that I can send a message later but then he deleted it. He might read this so I will talk about him in my post now.

He mentioned that he is 23 years old programmer from NF and he has italian ancestors :) I liked his sincere post so I hope he can reach out to me if he is still interested in the idea of meeting someone.

Thank you. Good luck everyone!

Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine— A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, “On! on!”—but o’er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! with me The light of Life is o’er! No more—no more—no more— (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy grey eye glances, An

What are the differences?

What are the differences?

Everybody is welcomed.

Everybody is welcomed in here.

Let's cry again.