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It went away in the way that some things do. The sun cannot always shine where you can see. The rain does not always fall where you can feel. But these things, like it are always bound to return. This is the promise that every new day brings.
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Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
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It went away in the way that some things do. The sun cannot always shine where you can see. The rain does not always fall where you can feel. But these things, like it are always bound to return. This is the promise that every new day brings.
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Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
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