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Not any wind will knock down our trees, not any drought will prevent our plants from blossoming.
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Maybe when we can tell the stories, however bad they are, we don't belong to them anymore. They become ours. And maybe what growing up really means is knowing that you don't have to just be a character, going whichever way the story says. It's knowing that you could be the autor instead.
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― Love Letters to the Dead
― Love Letters to the Dead
