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Why would it be in any way beneficial to remember all the thoughts I had? Like, for instance, the thoughts I had in the car passing next to the leopard commercial next to the bus stop. I was thinking that some things are truly mine and nobody can take them away from me. Like the sun warmed day with its mushroom like smell (yes, I am a poet), like your touch, like my undeniable moments of happiness. I am so upset with you. How more contradictory can existence be? When we will have surpassed our momentary discontent, our moments of hate and happiness will still be.