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Every Problem Has A Solution, Although It May Not Be The Outcome That Was Originally Hoped For Or Expected.

They Weren't True Stories; They Were Better Than That.

I Wasn't Good Company, That Was True, And People Avoided Me, But That Was All Right. I Was Too Busy Dreaming.

Here's The Thing About Luck...you Don't Know If It's Good Or Bad Until You Have Some Perspective.

In Losing A Friend, She Is Reminded Of All She Has Lost And All She Stands To Lose Again. There Is Nothing To Be Done To Make It Any Easier. We All Grieve Alone.