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and here I was,
thinking
and making myself believe,
many other things.
when,
from the beginning to the end,
we have always been family and friends.


-feeling thankful for the love the world has shown to me. for helping me to learn to love myself and for helping me learn to let others love me. for, we all deserve love and we all should cherise those that love us.
-now, to work with my mind. to have her understand that there is love in this house, there is no danger around, and for her to feel more secure to plant herself on the warm ground. for, there is love in this house. there is love all around, whether there are quarrels or not, love is at heart.
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