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You can still say you miss rain even if you love sunshine.
I feel for those who have lost their way, I feel for those who have been hurt because of those who have lost their way.
Weeds can look like flowers, you see. But the one who is able to recognise them, chose to pick the whole meadow even though he could see the weed. I fear he’s lost faith that the weed hasn’t corrupted the roots of the other flowers.”
I’d rather attempt every moment for the next four days to say or do something smart or funny and see if it can make you laugh again.

