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You can totally do this...
After a while you learn
than love doesn't mean leaning,
that kisses aren't contracts, and presents aren't promises...
And you begin to accept defeats
with your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of being, not the grief of a child.
So you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul,
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you can endure...
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth.
With every new tomorrow comes the dawn.
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