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Oct 2012
While it's easy to talk about holding on to
moments, they always slip through your
fingers in hindsight (I never thought I'd miss
having my name penciled on a napkin holder)

always is a strong word, I just
know I won't be around forever

and I'm not supposed to, not
yet
Samuel
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Samuel  27/M/Fremont, CA
(27/M/Fremont, CA)   
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