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But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men. I am the salt worth using.
I offer you an inch, you take a mile. I offer you a hug, you take a kiss. I offer you a dollar, you want one hundred dollars. I offered you my heart and you took freedom. Where do I go from here?
Life is like a traveling mist. It's here one day and gone the next. This life is yours, if you will only allow yourself to take it. Grab hold of it and make it what you want it.
I'd rather be floating in the river somewhere than sinking into someone I'm not again. It's hard to recover and pull my "self" up if I can't remember where I started.
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