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Slowly but surely


             At the very end , it is not that bad. Through  time, you learn to learn, to

see details that  actually  determines your life. To listen not only to

people, but  what your heart constantly tells you and why.

To listen what the earth wants you to understand. 

  Things change, your perception changes, and you change based on the person

you want to be and that  it. You learn that everybody is different, and that nobody is

you. That some may be better in other aspects, but you are unique.That you leave

traces of love and inspiration on others without them telling you. You realize that

what makes you beautiful  is not the amount of mascara on your eyelashes or

makeup on your face, but the amount of love and peace in your heart. 

 

And that is it,.. that is it how life is. 

 

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