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Give Yourself Five Minutes To Consider How You Can Turn A Miserable Situation To Your Benefit And That Light Bulb Is Going To Click On.

I Want To Write About People Who Dream And Wait For The Night To End, Who Long For The Light So They Can Hold The Ones They Love.

All Of Us Are Imperfect Human Beings Living In An Imperfect World.

The Light Of Morning Decomposes Everything.

As Long As You Have The Courage To Admit Mistakes, Things Can Be Turned Around.