At this moment, I sincerely wish I could sit a meditate on life, instead of continually producing work and progress. It is difficult starting myself each day sometimes, but if I don't what will become of the work I have done thus far?
There have been so many stolen moments, as we have come to call them, and I am left with only their memories, a further dream of the possible, and a longing for a moment that belongs to me.
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