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People aren't homes, they never will be. People are rivers, always changing, forever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.

Dont be afraid of losing people.

The problem is people are being hated when they are real, and being loved when they are fake.

Each time you open a book and read it, a tree smiles knowing there's life after death.

You became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.

Always pity the thinkers, for they are cursed with their own imagination.

Alice: How long is forever?

Our hearts cannot grow stronger without knowing the feeling of pain.