You shall leave everything you love most this is the arrow that the bow of exile shoots first
You are to know the bitter taste of others' bread, how salty it is and know how hard a path
Nothing ever goes away until it has taught us what we need to know
Trust is like a paper once it's crumpled it can't be perfect again you can flatten the paper and try and make it as straight as you want but it will never be perfect again
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