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“Broken bone heals back stronger, Broken heart heals back braver. Broken mind heals back wiser, Broken life heals back brighter. Scars are not guilt marks, Scars are mark of gallantry. Scars are proof of resilience, Scars are testament to bravery. Scars are proof that you soldiered on, Scars are proof that you never gave in. Products are manufactured without scars, People are shaped by scars and suffering. Suffering is not a failure of life, Suffering is a sign of life. The living shall suffer one way or another, So choose the reason, conscious and wise.”

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Book:Yaralardan Yangın Doğar: Explorers of Night are Emperors of Dawn
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