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There Is Nothing Worse Than War In The Summetime.

I Have Learned How To Love. And It's A Terrible Thing. I'm Broken. My Heart Is Broken. Help Me.

I'm Continually Astonished With Myself How Different People Bring Out Things In Me That I Never Knew I Had Inside Me. Each New Friendship Can Make You A New Person, Because It Opens Up New Doors Inside Of You.

You Don't Realize What You're Going To Get, And You Can't Prepare Yourself For It.

Farewell” Is Not The Word That You Would Like To Hear From Your Mother As You Are Being Led To The Dungeon By 2 Oversize Mice In Black Hoods. Words That You Would Like To Hear Are “take Me Instead, I Will Go To The Dungeon In My Sons Place.” There Is A Great Deal Of Comfort In Those Words.