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There is ALWAYS a part of yourself that you cannot and will not allow yourself to reveal. No matter the tears shed, no matter the utter loneliness, no matter every obstacle and hill you face, no matter how much it hurts, or how many pieces you shatter apart into. You just have to hold on. Hold on to what is there, hold on to the people that are still there, hold on to the hope that even though you may not know where you're going, you may somehow find what you've been looking for and where you're suppose to be. As hopeless as it seems, there has to be something else out there.