Sometimes
We must get hurt in order to grow
We must fail in order to know
Sometimes our visions clear
Only after our eyes
Are washed away with TEARS

No MaN iS wOrTh YoUr TeArS
aNd ThE oNe WhO iS
wOuLd NeVeR mAkE yOu CrY

I never realized how much I loved you, until you were gone and out of my sight. I never realized how much I missed you, until I knew you were never coming back...

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