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2020-07-20 23:52:05Sometimes the things we lose are the things we value the most—the persons we value the most. Side effects of an act done in a moment of weakness but while we blame ourselves, we still hope things had turned out differently. And just as we wish to turn back the hands of the clock and do it right, things don't always go the way we want them to. A way of saying, we are not God.<
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