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Selfish Preservation

Seize the moment they say live in the moment to seize is to take to take is to steal I begin pickpocketing moments for myself and no one else getting advice from what can only be a moment thief Articles with click-throughs said I could love myself three easy steps ten easy steps arbitrary quantities erroneous because it has taken thousands of difficult steps to begin loving myself and only with the help of moments from strangers and tourists in my town The moment thief tells me not to be scared of being scared It tells me to be proud of myself never ashamed of how I came to find out the moment thief does not know what I do not know why I like to make generalizations about humanity as a whole after being hurt by only one person The snatcher says to me living is as easy as not dying There is no use shoplifting the only good lives are in the street and in the homes be a cat burglar ahead of the pack
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Oct 28, 2014
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reconciling the little things that leave

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#loss#time#memories#gain
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