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Some Days There are some days, that I find some things worth living for. I get a taste of them, a breath. It doesn't last very long, but I feel it. Like a rushing wind, a fresh breeze. The moment is wonderful really. Most days I rue these moments, for rare they are. And if I can't have them all the time, I feel it better to not have them at all. |
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