Sour, sweet, bitter, hot and bitter, I taste, I carry joy, anger and sorrow; I am my own sun, no need to rely on whose light.
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Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful。
Do what you say, say what you do.
I hope you know that who you are is who you choose to be, and that whispers behind your back don’t define you.
Those who can enter my heart, I treat them as kings; those who do not, I disdain perfunctory.