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Expectations are the thorns, Which make our heart bleed. Instead of feeling the thorns, We should smell the roses, Which exist.
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May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC
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Expectations are the thorns, Which make our heart bleed. Instead of feeling the thorns, We should smell the roses, Which exist.
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May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC
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