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“Maybe the point of life is to teach us that we aren’t always going to be our past mistakes. Maybe the point of life is to open ourselves up to the things that we fear most—like love. Maybe the whole point of my life was to simply find you, even if it wasn’t meant to be forever. And that thought alone is enough to get me through each night of loneliness.”

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Book:The Fire Between High & Lo
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