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Nov 2011
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.
Samuel
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Samuel  27/M/Fremont, CA
(27/M/Fremont, CA)   
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