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“You made me so happy, but that does not mean I was a happy person. It does not mean I had a happy mind and a happy soul. The trick to living life is to find happiness and love in everything you do, Caspian Marks. And I did. I found love and I found happiness in you, but you, you were the sole person alive who was a contributor to that. I could not find love and happiness in everything that I did, because you were the only thing I knew that was worthy of love.”

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Counting Stars

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