some people are like clouds, once they go away it is a beautiful day.
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those who are still here sometimes hurt me.
but when people hurt you over and over, think of them as sandpaper. they scratch and hurt you. but later you will be shining and polished, while they end up useless.
live your life happily even if you have to put up fake smiles on your face. nothing drives people crazier than seeing someone have a good fucking life.
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