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In The End, We All Lose It. Remember That. In The End, We Own Nothing.

Love Never Gives In Or Up, Holding Tight To Lofty Ideals That Transcend This Earth And Time, While Its Counterfeit Simply Concludes It Was Mistaken And Quickly Runs Off To Find The Next Real Thing.

In Your Hurry To Keep Christmas, You Have Forgotten Christmas. The Truest Gift Of Christmas Is The Gift Of Self.

You're The Type Who Thinks Of The Glass As Being Half Full, Instead Of Half Empty. "no," She Said, "i'm Just Grateful For The Glass.

The Greatest Shackles We Bear In Thislife Are Those Forged By Our Own Fears