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Dec 2012
In that moment for some vivid reason it felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders, like nothing and no one on earth could possibly take the pain away and in that moment I was given no other choice but to get up, **** it up, keep my head up, and grow the hell up.
The Habits of My Heart
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