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At some point


At some point, we must lear to stop fighting with our fists but with our intellect. We have to increase our value and stop allowing other to degrade us. We have to follow our hearts and think with our Right mind. The one where we actually use the pros and cons to get proper resulta. At some point we can't just settle for a "Whelp I tried" but we must continue to pursue what we really need. 

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