You don't realize what you have until it's next to gone
You don't recognize the truth in a "first" until long after the seconds and thirds
You don't appreciate comfort until you have known true pain
You don't realize what you have until it's next to gone
But I'm going to do something about it.
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 8:28 PM UTC
You don't realize what you have until it's next to gone
You don't recognize the truth in a "first" until long after the seconds and thirds
You don't appreciate comfort until you have known true pain
You don't realize what you have until it's next to gone
But I'm going to do something about it.
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