There’s a time to cry, hate the world and scream at everybody. There’s a time to like sad songs and dark pictures, a time to look at a summer sky and feel as though rain pours down on you. But there a time to pack your tears and send them to God knows where, too. There’s a time to leave everything and move on, to start smiling and believe that change’s good. There’s a time to be sitting reading this, and there’s a time to go outside and make a change. You can’t change the world, but you can change your world, so why are you still here?
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