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Sunflowers end up facing the sun,
but they go through a lot of dirt to find their way there.
― J.R. Rim
If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert, you would see only sand.
If my love were a star–late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings, I’d be soaring in flight.
~Thirteen Reasons Why, Jay Asher


