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Love makes you want to be a better man. But maybe love, real

Love makes you want to be a better man. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.

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Nicklebee

posted May 25, 2015 at 12:08am UTC tagged with love, famous, story, quote

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Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.
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