I planted the seeds of my sorrow in this...

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I planted the seeds of my sorrow in this forgotten and barren land. Watered with tears I couldn't swallow and blood from my weary hands. Oh the harvest that was to follow, as roses from Arabian sands tell tales of a better tomorrow, and hope in my Maker's plans. ~Suhaib Rumi

I became so good at pretending....

I became good at pretending. I
became so good that after a while
the lines blurred between my
truth and fiction. And sometimes,
when I did a really good job of
pretending, I even fooled myself.
- Ruta Sepetys

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