resentment of living in the little things, of being happy in the repercussions of a single manner one does. they are the ones neglected because just as they are the beads of happiness in our every day, they are, constant miniature of what is unrequited.
I played poker with some of my high school classmates today and I learned that when you get used to some things, you never get excited anymore... it's really different when it's the first time. Poker has become a skip of a heartbeat.
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