People only picked the pretty, sweet-smelling flowers. The ones with thorns were left alone.
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Happiness is such a fragile thing, isn't it? So easily burst, like a bubble blown by a child, and always on the verge of being carried away.

By Nenia Campbell

Books make the best ersatz friendships.

By Nenia Campbell

I bask in that sympathy because it's nice to have somebody who cares, even if it's the wrong person for the wrong reasons.

By Nenia Campbell

Nobody should have to choose between a cold heart and a dead heart.

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I suppose you don’t care about anyone,” said Catherine.

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