...good at sharing. My ideas. My dreams. My thoughts. My plans. What I think. How I feel. These are mine and I just never liked to share. Not really and hardly at all. I like what's mine to be mine. Sometimes it makes me feel bad, knowing this. But sometimes, I think it's my due. It doesn't make it right, but it is the truth. I feel like when I share what is mine, it stops being mine and I no longer wish to own it. I know that means I'm selfish. But does that make me a bad person?
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In a world that has taught us the constancy of change, I refuse to learn, so I cling to what I hope is mine. I cling to a past that is no longer there. I cling to dream that is no longer possible. I cling to a reality that barely exists.
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