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Learn to live in the present and accept you can't change the

Learn to live in the present and accept you can't change the past.

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Kin

posted April 28, 2014 at 12:58pm UTC tagged with advice, life, truth, present, doit, quote

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Guys. I just saved a baby bird from a cat. It almost got eaten but I saved it. Its win is hurt but I'm gonna nurse it back to health. This is weird. Any suggestions as to what I should do to help it? Please help!
These dang fire alarms are interrupting my music! Ugh xD

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