tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62157411378054669882024-02-07T05:41:15.368+01:00Hello & Guten Tagbloging about the large world and a small life in it's middle.Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.comBlogger250125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-17818720027481791102013-12-30T05:40:00.000+01:002013-12-30T05:40:44.946+01:0027/12/13<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>The laugh. The eyes. The attention. Standing close, feeling amazing, all alone at the bar, not caring, just talking. Laughing. Looking.</i></div>
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<i>Like a movie. Life is brilliant.</i></div>
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<i>It is so incredibly good to feel alive. So good to have the feeling, that somebody might be good for you. To you. Somebody who really makes you feel free. Good. Alive.</i></div>
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<i>Thank you!</i></div>
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Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-20984252562262143082013-12-03T13:29:00.000+01:002013-12-03T13:29:52.341+01:00Just do it.<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">BE BRAVE.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">RISK IT.</span></div>
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So damn important and yet I feel like most people don't. Such a shame.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">AND YET IT IS WORTH EVERY SINGLE SECOND. ALL THE TIME.<br /> SO UNIQUE AND PRECIOUS.</span></div>
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Happiness is a choice; an attitude. We all deserve to be happy and we all can be. We just have to be brave enough. <span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for the time of my life!</span> </div>
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All of you've been making the last days, weeks, months and years such an unique and unforgettable experience and I think I have understood the value of friendship and trust. Love you all to the moon and back! Actually, I do not want life to get any different, but I know we can't stop the clocks. You'll all be in my heart forever and ever! Promise ♥ </div>
Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-80656588082239358502013-05-31T14:28:00.000+02:002013-05-31T14:28:17.074+02:0005/13. epic.<div style="text-align: center;">
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Just live and enjoy. Try to talk. Try to find solutions. Don't take it too seriously. U-Turns a standards now and being the centre of attention without wanting it .. well - survived! We can get through this. And maybe it's a chance to start something better and greater than ever before. I love my life and am proud of every little bit. Somebody has to create the stories. Why not us? Crazy days. Best life.<br />
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<i>and we can't get back yesterday. but we're young right now. we've got right now. so get up right now. cause all we've got is right now. </i><span style="font-size: x-small;">- RIHANNA -</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Because no matter what happens - it's the best of all lives. Without a doubt. Best friends. Best journeys. Best talks. Best meetings. Best texting. Best chances. Best dreams. Best new people. Best pictures. Simply the best.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">And no matter what earlier life I had wanted back - no. I'<span style="font-size: small;">m</span> completely satisfied with it this way, right now. Really. Could hardly be any better. Except for - well, make a wish, take a chance, make a change. Here we go. :)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Can't wait to see all you crazy people once more for such a long an<span style="font-size: small;">d proba<span style="font-size: small;">bly crazy time. I'm confident that <span style="font-size: small;">it's definitely going <span style="font-size: small;">to be crazy. Oh, love, oh life.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-49846647382604474622013-05-19T23:50:00.002+02:002013-05-19T23:50:58.477+02:00sevenletters.the feeling when you are certain with every cell of your body what you want and need.<br />
when every doubt is gone.<br />
when you don't care about anything else.<br />
when you are already up and fighting and seeing hope.<br />
when you just know it like never before.<br />
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then you have to risk it.Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-31972248992927045382013-05-09T22:37:00.000+02:002013-05-09T22:37:12.134+02:00We keep spending most our lives living in a gangsta's paradise. My whole life waiting for the right time,
to tell you how I feel, and though I tried to tell you that I need you, here I am without you. I feel so lost but what can I do?
'Cause I know this love seems real, but I don't know how to feel.<br />
We say goodbye in the pouring rain,
and I break down as you walk away.
Stay. Stay.
'Cause all my life I've felt this way,
but I could never find the words to say "Stay, stay".<br />
Alright. Everything is alright since you came along. And before you I had nowhere to run to, nothing to hold on to. I came so close to giving it up, and I wonder if you know
how it feels to let you go.<br />
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Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-66970312888494969192013-04-25T21:24:00.000+02:002013-04-25T21:24:37.394+02:00Dear Life,I know you believe you are the greatest and coolest and best ever - really, you are! I love you so damn much, it hurts from time to time. But after the last days, weeks, months, don't you think you could go back to normal? The way it was before? It would be very comforting to feel a bit of normality and security and certainty for at least a few days, you know, relaxing a bit.<br />
And if you have to let me know that this is beyond your abilities (yes, I really fear that it will stay like this for ever), could you please, PLEASE! try to be less irritating? I know you love it to interact with other lives and that's cool! But - it's hard to cope with it sometimes. At least animate the other lives to be nicer and more normal from time to time.<br />
I hope your love for drama and romantic comedies or tragedies and silly soap-operas goes over as fast as it came and we can continue our perfect relationship together!<br />
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Lots of Love,<br />
Yourself. <br />
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<i>I knew the human exaggeration for sorrow - a </i>broken heart. <i>Melanie remembered speaking the phrase herself. But I'd always thought of it as a hyperbole, a traditional description for something that had no real physiological link, like a green thumb. So I wasn't expecting the pain in my chest. The nausea, yes, the swelling in my throat, yes, and, yes, the tears burning in my eyes. But what was the ripping sensation just under my rib cage? It made no logical sense.</i><br />
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Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-3708885987111835272013-04-23T14:39:00.001+02:002013-04-23T14:39:03.676+02:00everything that kills me makes me feel alive.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-41270107517760634482013-04-23T13:55:00.002+02:002013-04-23T13:55:08.620+02:00to whom it may concern;i'm missing you. big time.<br />
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lena<br />
xxLenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-85459923555296389172013-04-07T21:59:00.000+02:002013-04-07T21:59:02.185+02:00recover - y? When you are like 'I love my life, it's the best there is, possibly!" and then someone or something comes and crushes it. It might just be a tiny damage for someone from the outside, but right then, for you it is horrible. It throws you back, miles and miles.<br />
Well, thanks, man! Thank you for showing me how irrelevant I apparently have to be to you. I mean, you've had a lot of fun yourself and actually I have know it all the time - but the messages I received this week made it more than clear. Still - I don't want to give up. I have hope. And I absolutely do not get you and your weird, queer mind - in that handsome head.<br />
At least your BF, or however close of a friend he is to you, talks to me. Oh, well. Good life. After all. I'll make some plans. Jealousy works from time to time. Even with men. Love ya, guys :*Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-2619572961646700892013-03-28T12:18:00.001+01:002013-03-28T12:18:12.496+01:00simply<div style="text-align: center;">
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Probably you just have to give in to it, join the ride and believe in the good sides. And always be true to yourself and the people around you. <br />
Still you know that you are going to hurt some people in your life. And it breaks your heart you have to do so, but hope dies last, doesn't it. Life is getting more and more awkward and complicated. But with the right people and a lot of hope we can survive a lot. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>C'est la vie. C'est bien.</i></span>Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-1555997584154295062013-01-16T18:51:00.001+01:002013-01-16T18:51:35.646+01:00going on.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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because now it really is to late to stop. i'll fight, but i hope i don't need to. but if i have to - i will. trust me.</div>
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i saw who you really are. and i think you are worth it. so don't disappoint me. </div>
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please.</div>
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I hope, I am not the only person who knows that situation.When you are at a certain point of your life and are not sure which way is going to be the right one, you beg God, the heaven, the universe or whom ever to give you a sign so you can find the right track. In my case that often look like: 'Okay, if I should do this or that, please give me a sign. Now. Something up in the sky perhaps? Or led something fall to the side hear? Or ... hmm, just let me know, okay?' And nothing really happened.<br />
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But I found out that the signs do exist. Really. You just have to keep your eyes wide open and stop looking for certain things. The signs may be rather subtile, but suiting for your case. You will know. And the universe will bother you and give a chance. If you waste it, that's your own fault. It's your decision.<br />
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So maybe trust the universe. I've made a good experience with doing so.Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-38153927712042111262013-01-04T19:08:00.000+01:002013-01-04T19:08:05.492+01:00Sunshine.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You know what should always make you smile? The knowledge that the sun is shining - every single second of your life. No matter whether there are clouds, a thunderstorm or the shining stars in your sky right now, no matter what your state of mind might be, no matter how desperate you are - the sun is always up and never stops.</div>
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I know, easy words, but trust me, I know how hard it can be and we don't always succeed. That would be impossible, we need to be down and cry from time to time to cope with your problems. But we should never be too desperate. </div>
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What truly helps in situations like these is the knowledge that we are not alone on planet earth. That there are always people you can turn to. Always. Who are trying to help you and who won't give up on you. People, who can see the shining sun when you see only clouds. We should all be thankful for those persons in our lives and I am more than glad that I found one, who I believe has the power to wipe away the clouds anytime. And I won't ever give her away again. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Kein direktes nein heißt vielleicht auch, dass er nicht nein sagen will ;D</i></span> </i></span></div>
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Rare as is true love, true friendship is rarer. </div>
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<i>- Jean de la Fontaine -</i></div>
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and then there is this punch in your face. when other people tell you things you really hadn't wanted to know. things who might destroy future plans. but you have to keep your head up, smile and try. simply try. at least you know there is nothing you can lose, anymore. <br />
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- wow. weird, how optimistic one can be. amazing.Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-48624010003486527862012-12-16T18:41:00.000+01:002012-12-16T18:41:22.231+01:00Julie & Max [part V]Als es vor den großen Glasfenstern allmählich dunkler zu werden, saßen Julie und Max noch immer auf der Couch und betrachteten die Bilder, die auf Julie wirkten wie aus einer anderen Welt. Gespannt lauschte sie jeder Geschichte, ja, jedem Wort, das über Max' Lippen kam. Er hatte sie verzaubert mit seiner Leidenschaft, mit der er erzählte. Als sie sein Gesicht betrachtete, konnte sie erkennen, wie sehr er selbst vertieft war, in diese andere Welt eingetaucht, alles noch einmal durchlebend. Die guten und die schlechten Momente, die Tage am Strand, die atemberaubenden Ausflüge, aber auch die Krisen, Katastrophen und Verluste.<br />
Seine Augen strahlten und er begann zu grinsen, Julie ebenfalls zu mustern, so wie sie es geistesabwesend getan hatte.<br />
"Was?", fragte er irritiert grinsend, als keiner von beiden den Blickkontakt abbrach.<br />
Julie spürte die Hitze in ihrem Gesicht. Seinen Blick, die Erkenntnis ertappt worden zu sein, das Grinsen in seinem Gesicht, das noch größer wurde und das Aufblitzen der tiefblauen Augen.<br />
Ohne genau zu wissen, was sie taten, bewegten sich die Oberkörper der beiden aufeinander zu und Max legte seine Hand sanft an Julies Gesicht.<br />
Ihr Puls überschlug sich und die blauen Augen kamen ihr immer näher, so nah, dass sie es fast nicht aushielt. Doch der Blickkontakt brach erst ab, als sie die Augen schloss und sich ihre Lippen Sekunden später berührten.<br />
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<a href="http://lenaaaz.blogspot.de/2011/09/julie-max-part-i.html" target="_blank">Part I</a></div>
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„Hier, bitteschön.“ Er reichte ihr ein großes Glas mit
klarem Wasser und lächelte zurück. „Komm, du brauchst doch nicht stehen.“ Er
führte sie aus dem Essbereich hinein ins Wohnzimmer. Durch die große
Fensterfront hatte man einen wunderschönen Blick über den Garten und den Fluss
im Tal. Der Raum selbst war in ein warmes Licht getaucht und wirkte in der
frühen Herbstdämmerung unglaublich gemütlich. Ein großes Sofa befand sich an
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„Setz dich.“ Max stellte sein eigenes Glas auf den Holztisch
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„Ist deine Familie unterwegs?“ </div>
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„Ja, meine Eltern sind bei Bekannten und kommen erst am
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„Ah, okay.“ Also waren sie alleine. Das konnte ja
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Max hatte eine große Kiste aus dem Regal gezogen und kam
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Julie war für die einbrechende Dunkelheit dankbar, aber
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„Dann mach dich auf was gefasst.“</div>
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Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-27491184739090730692012-11-24T21:50:00.001+01:002012-11-24T22:31:03.171+01:00Auf der Suche.Was ich wirklich vermisse? Ich vermisse den Jungen, der mich in den Arm genommen hat, als ich geweinte habe wie noch nie zuvor in meinem Leben, und der mir sagte, ich solle nicht traurig sein, es würde alles wieder gut werden.<br />
Und als ich in Todesangst erneut um ihn weinte, waren schon zu viele Wochen und Tage vergangen, sodass er meinen Namen kaum noch kannte. Und von meiner Angst um ihn erfuhr dieser Junge niemals. Nicht, bis zum heutigen Tag.<br />
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Aber noch hab ich den Glauben daran nicht verloren, dass dieser Junge, denn ich kennen und schätzen lernte und der viel zu selten sein wahres Gesicht zeigte, dass diese Person noch immer irgendwo hinter den strahlenden Augen zu finden ist.Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-90387848886201902392012-11-23T15:06:00.000+01:002012-11-23T15:06:10.592+01:00hearts are not made for logical understanding.<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>You took my heart and you held it in your mouth. And, with a word all my love came rushing out. And, every whisper, it's the worst, emptied out by a single word. There is a hollow in me now.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>So I put my faith in something unknown, I'm living on such sweet nothing. But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold, I'm living on such sweet nothing. And it's hard to learn.And it's hard to love, when you're giving me such sweet nothing, Sweet nothing, sweet nothing. You're giving me such sweet nothing</i>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>It isn't easy for me to let it go cause I've swallow every single word and every whisper. Every sigh eats away at this heart of mine. And there is a hollow in me now</i>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>So I put my faith in something unknown, I'm living on such sweet nothing. But I'm trying to hope with nothing to hold, I'm living on such sweet nothing. And it's hard to learn. And it's hard to love, when you're giving me such sweet nothing, Sweet nothing, sweet nothing. You're giving me such sweet nothing</i>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>And it's not enough to tell me that you care, when we both know the words are empty air. You give me nothing</i>
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Because I will never learn it and never change it until you've destroyed it and me completely. Hearts are not made to understand something logically- they rather go with the feelings. And learning something in your mind doesn't mean your heart will know what to do, not after all<i>. </i></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth,
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<br />And I'm in love with you, and all these little things.</i></span></div>
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A question we have to deal with time and again in our lives is the one whether human beings are able to change. To - kind of - become somebody else, differ their character. It is a question millions of humans have already wondered about and will for ever. Books have been written by philosophers and psychologists. I, for myself, have found an answer I can live with.</div>
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We do not really change - we stay the same. Yet, each and every little event we go through in our life has an impact on who we are and how we act or appear to others. Some might be minor, others major. Still these impacts have an enormous power. They can transform us, change us in a certain way. They have the power to make a difference on how we behave - and they help us to develop ourselves. Through them our characters are formed, through them our souls break and are healed again. They make us who we are - and they help us develop, not only when we are young, but through all of our lifetimes.</div>
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Therefore nobody can actually change - not from one second to the other. But each and every one of us develops, every day, with every single experience. And due to those developments we are able to change. </div>
Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12729749523409607295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215741137805466988.post-80532361837119264232012-10-27T19:35:00.001+02:002012-10-27T19:35:14.116+02:00Lessons of Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
When you are younger you might believe that life will be easier when you are older, when you are finally allowed to do all the things you have always dreamed about. But at a certain point you learn that life is becoming everything you can imagine - but not something which is easy. Life never will be easy. For nobody. But as we are getting older and wiser we learn to cope with its difficulties, learn how to live with our life. </div>
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Life also consists of relationships to others, logically. And opinions about other human beings can change rapidly. Where before has been no faith or reason for hope, because you might have given up on someone in a certain way, you can see light again after a minor incident. There can be hope again because you learn things about people you would never have thought. There can be hope after a hug or a few warm word.</div>
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But this hope does not necessarily mean, that the involved person shares your point of view. And this is one of the things that make life really difficult and disturbing and heart-breaking and simply make you dreaming about leaving and crying and shouting out loud. One of the hardest lessons we have to learn in life is that every one has his or her own mind and soul - and opinion. Some might be suprisingly warm-hearted while others are cold as ice. But we will not find out until we risk our heart and get to know those people - or at least try to. </div>
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