Life
Life is a small word. Inside that word big things happen. People come, people go. You'll be hurt, lied to, mislead, and have your trust betrayed. But you pick up the peices from the broken puzzle and you move on. Life isn;t a straight path its a winding path with bumps and pot holes. Do your best and you'll overcome them.
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