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| − | This essay tries so hard to be profound that it drowns in its own melodrama. It’s like someone decided to take a fleeting summer memory and inflate it into an emotional odyssey, but instead of depth, we get overstuffed, self-important nostalgia. The constant fixation on faces, as if the writer is the sole guardian of fleeting human expressions, comes off as forced and pretentious rather than poignant.
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| − | The structure is meandering at best—jumping from one sentimental recollection to another without any real momentum. The dialogue feels awkwardly staged, the dramatic revelations are predictable, and the emotional weight it tries to carry crumbles under the sheer weight of overwritten prose. The central theme—regret over not knowing someone better before they passed—is a valid one, but the delivery is so heavy-handed and indulgent that it loses its impact.
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| − | And the final message? It boils down to "memorize faces because people disappear," which, while true, is wrapped in so much unnecessary poetic waxing that it feels more like an angsty high school journal entry than a well-crafted essay. Instead of leaving an impression, it just leaves the reader exhausted.
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