The minds of our persons are unique in many ways, the love for life or the love for pain.
Each person has a mind of their own,
some succed, yet some dont.
One person lifes a life of cheerfulness delight, whalst another lives a life of unhappiness and fright.
Which one is stonger at the end of the day? A life of ungratefull easiness or a life of obliged pain?
Be thankful for your life, even when it is hard, at the end of the day you'll be the strongest in the heart!
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