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sometimes I look back on nice things I said or wrote to you, and think to myself, "How could I have ever meant that?"
I know that if I need someone, there are people there for me. They are genuinely there for me. It's not fake like my life used to be. I help them as much as I can in return. Aside from them, I need no one. I want no one.
But I also know that I always need to leave room for change. Nothing ever truly remains the same. It's a fact of life, and I've accepted it.
This is passion.
I know that if I need someone, there are people there for me. They are genuinely there for me. It's not fake like my life used to be. I help them as much as I can in return. Aside from them, I need no one. I want no one.
But I also know that I always need to leave room for change. Nothing ever truly remains the same. It's a fact of life, and I've accepted it.
This is passion.