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Jan 2018
You don't live life, you hold it. Some hold it gently, like a paper crane.
Just tight enough not to crush it. Some hold it too tightly. Although they can hear it crumpling, they figure it doesn't matter as long as they still have it.
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NeverAgain  25/M
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