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The Life Stealer visited me one night, while I slept.
He took all the parts of my life that weren't close to my bed.
When I woke, I wondered if I could have prevented him.
After I got over the initial shock I made an inventory of the things that were missing.
The Life Stealer took my energy, my intellect and my relationships.
Worst of all he stole my joy.
The policeman told me that there wasn't much hope of ever seeing my stuff again. He couldn't help me.
Later, I found little parts of my life that The Life Stealer had missed.
I found tiny quantities of joy in some unexepected places.
One day I'm going to find The Life Stealer, and then I'm going to take my life right back!

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