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Do you ever find a journal entry from a time ago? And you read it and you remember exactly what you were feeling, even if you didn't write it down. And you remember every detail about it. And how wonderful it was. And how you never would've guessed it'd come crashing down. So you sit there dumbfounded, literally grasping at the entry, grasping at the pages as if that would take you back to that memory you wrote so fondly of. But if there's one thing I've learned from my math teacher it's this: you can never go back.