Like the rain, you come in unexpected.
And just when I’m starting to love it, you start walking
out.
I don’t know what’s worse:
the thought of you leaving or the thought of living without
you…
I'm stronger because I had to be. I'm smarter because of my mistakes. I'm happier because of the sadness I've known. Now I'm wiser because I've learnt
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