You are artist of your life 
        So don't give paintbrush 
            To others hand 
                Be wise!

Some people show us to they Love blindly but sometimes it would be painful when they are not true to their words

Anymore, no one's mind is their own. You can't concentrate. You can't think. There's always some noise worming in. Singers shouting. Dead people laughing. Actors crying. All these little doses of emotion. Someone's always spraying the air with their mood.

The whole world always burns...Or it floods. Or some insect eats the crops and you starve...Every baby you have dies eventually, no matter what you do. Yet we have babies and try to go on.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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