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“Every one of us is granted with a pen… an invisible, but the most precious one. With it… you can write your own story. For that, you have an option. You can either write your story yourself or let someone write it for you. You should write it yourself... or at least, don't hand that pen away to someone, who doesn’t deserve it.”

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Book:YOU DON’T WANT TO DIE: Life Renews in the Depths of Despair
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