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to remember is to rewrite history


A little devil lives within us all. In moments of fear and helplessness, it whispers that the past was far more beautiful—where the sorrows, the fears, and the joys were familiar.


There is no room for worry, for all has come to pass, and you know it all. Nothing can surprise you anymore.


When this voice begins to stir, hush it—the liar inside. Do not retreat, do not hoard, do not cling.


 

We struggle to love, even in spite of ourselves.

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