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| Happiness.
You grasp onto the past, and you wish you were who you once were. But times change, as do people. It's like asking a beggar to be an accountant or something. The people you know now are not the same people you once knew, And neither is the man in the mirror. Forget the past, you can't go back… don't let it keep you from grasping the present. So gather up your bags…
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