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we all have people who doubt us and put us down, and when we realize it, we will end up realizing we are stronger than they think, and we can do what ever we sit our minds to.
I was just thinking, how people say I feel you. But actually do they really?
I truly don't know, but when I listened to a song words just came out from nowhere. So I picked up pen and paper and wrote them without thinking about the meaning.
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