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𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐬.

I don't think I believe in goodbyes. Once you've met someone, that impression is with you always.

Things happen for a reason You’ll become a stronger person When life tears you up Then you’ll understand. It’s never easy but you’ll know when you get there As it tears you down, it builds you up