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| why we need bad things to happen | ||||||
| It is death that reminds us of the preciousness of life. It is turmoil that reminds us of the preciousness of peace. It is hate that reminds us of the preciousness of love. It is taking things for granted and losing them, that reminds us what precious means. |
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| yes, these are my own words, not somebody else's. | ||||||