I said never apologize for how you feel and what you think. No one can controlhow they feel.
The sun doesn´t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn´t say sorry for falling. (and I still do apologize)
that is part of the beauty of literature: you discover that your longings are universal longings, that you´re not lonely and isolated from anyone. you belong.(F. Scott Fitzgerald)
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