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Pain is weakness departing the body as strength makes its entrance. |
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Losing the one you love is death with a beating heart. |
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Your silence speaks louder than your words. |
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We often ask for signs to show us the way, yet we never seem to follow them. |
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God may write my story, but I edit my own life. |
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The paper I write on is my life, and only friend when I have no one else to turn to. |
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Feed from everyone selfishly, and you'll still feel the hunger constantly. |
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Your guilt keeps you silent from the truth. |
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Romeo and Juliet |