There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
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There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we dont know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
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