Comfort fucks you up. You
have to go through some shit for your life to make sense.
Only then you can enoy the little things.
Only then you can tell the good from the bad.
Only then you can have valuable memories.
And memories, that’s all you have in the end.
Only then you can enoy the little things.
Only then you can tell the good from the bad.
Only then you can have valuable memories.
And memories, that’s all you have in the end.
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