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There Are No Shortcuts. In Love. Or in Life. This Pain Must Be Felt. Must Be Conquered. Earned. In Order To Be Redeemed. The Alternative Is Much Much Worse. It's What Makes Us Special. What Makes Us Beautiful. Unique. What. What Makes Us Worthy. The Pain Of How We Love. The Pain Of How We Choose To Love. Of How We Choose To Live. You Must Live To Carry Her Pain. But That Pain Is Accompanied By Something Else, Isn't It ? Hope. With Your Pain. There Is Hope. Hope To Know How To Help You To Live. And Die. And Cry. And That Is Where I Stand Rigth Now. Somewhere Between Agony And Optimism And Prayers. So I´m Human. I´m Alive. I´m Who I Always Wanted To Be. And That Is What We Have. That Is My Person. You Are My Person.
