This photograph was taken of you.
No.
This photograph was taken from you.
I took this photograph from you.
I did not steal it from your hands, but rather from your soul.
You do not know me. And I do not know you.
But I took this photograph.
From you.
You look happy. You are laughing. But we know better, don't we?
Perhaps if I had lifted my camera in the next moment or even the one before, you would have been pensive.
You would have been angry.
You would have been crying.
This is your moment.
Stolen.
Your stolen moment.
Mine.
My stolen moment.
From you.
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