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Dec 2012
For every moment you let pass you by, a memory is lost.
For every tear you shed, a second of happiness is wasted.
For every song you sing to, there is a story of that one person who was never supposed to get away.
For every heartache you have, a fighter is born.
For every smile, a person is holding back a tear at the corner of their eye.
The Habits of My Heart
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