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Our Many Jewish Friends And Acquaintances Are Being Taken Away In Droves. The Gestapo Is Treating Them Very Roughly And Transporting Them In Cattle Cars To Westerbork, The Big Camp In Drenthe To Which They're Sending All The Jews....if It's That Bad In Holland, What Must It Be Like In Those Faraway And Uncivilized Places Where The Germans Are Sending Them? We Assume That Most Of Them Are Being Murdered. The English Radio Says They're Being Gassed.

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Anne Frank

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Our Many Jewish Friends And Acquaintances Are Being Taken Away In Droves. The Gestapo Is Treating Them Very Roughly And Transporting Them In Cattle Cars To Westerbork, The Big Camp In Drenthe To Which They're Sending All The Jews....if It's That Bad In Holland, What Must It Be Like In Those Faraway And Uncivilized Places Where The Germans Are Sending Them? We Assume That Most Of Them Are Being Murdered. The English Radio Says They're Being Gassed.

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Despite Everything, I Believe That People Are Really Good At Heart.

I Looked Up In The Sky And Trusted In God.

In Spite Of Everything I Still Believe That People Are Really Good At Heart. I Simply Can’t Build Up My Hopes On A Foundation Consisting Of Confusion, Misery, And Death. I See The World Gradually Being Turned Into A Wilderness, I Hear The Ever Approaching Thunder, Which Will Destroy Us Too, I Can Feel The Sufferings Of Millions And Yet, If I Look Up Into The Heavens, I Think That It Will All Come Right, That This Cruelty Too Will End, And That Peace And Tranquility Will Return Again.

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How Lovely To Think That No One Need Wait A Moment, We Can Start Now, Start Slowly Changing The World!

I Think A Lot, But I Don't Say Much.

The Only Way To Truly Know A Person Is To Argue With Them. For When They Argue In Full Swing, Then They Reveal Their True Character.

How Wonderful It Is That No One Has To Wait, But Can Start Right Now To Gradually Change The World!

There's One Golden Rule To Keep Before You: Laugh About Everything And Don't Bother Yourself About The Others!

I Can't Let Them See My Doubts, Or The Wounds They've Inflicted On Me.

Crying Can Bring Relief, As Long As You Don't Cry Alone.

Looking Back, I Realize That This Period Of My Life Has Irrevocably Come To A Close; My Happy-go-lucky, Carefree Schooldays Are Gone Forever. I Don't Even Miss Them. I've Outgrown Them. I Can No Longer Just Kid Around, Since My Serious Side Is Always There.

The Weak Fall, But The Strong Will Remain And Never Go Under!

I Had An Occasional Flash Of Understanding, But Then Got Selfishly Wrapped Up Again In My Own Problems And Pleasures.

I Want To Write, But More Than That, I Want To Bring Out All Kinds Of Things That Lie Buried Deep In My Heart.

Ordinary People Don't Know How Much Books Can Mean To Someone Who's Cooped Up.

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I Love The Time I Spend With You. You Make My Living Worth-while. Why Dint I Meet You Before. I Wish I Could Start My Life From The Beginning With You Because The Time I Spend With You Is Never Enough. I Need You More Everyday.

I Think It's Odd That Grown-ups Quarrel So Easily And So Often And About Such Petty Matters. Up To Now I Always Thought Bickering Was Just Something Children Did And That They Outgrew It.

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People Who Have A Religion Should Be Glad, For Not Everyone Has The Gift Of Believing In Heavenly Things.

I Want To Go On Living Even After Death!

Even When I Was Older, I Couldn't Stop Asking Questions.

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I Never Utter My Real Feelings About Anything. My Lighter, Superficial Side Will Always Be Too Quick For The Deeper Side Of Me, And That's Why It Always Wins.

I Can Shake Off Everything As I Write; My Sorrows Disappear, My Courage Is Reborn.

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I Don't Think Of All The Misery But Of The Beauty That Still Remains.

I Must Uphold My Ideals, For Perhaps The Time Will Come When I Shall Be Able To Carry Them Out.

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What A Wonderful Thought It Is That Some Of The Best Days Of Our Lives Haven't Even Happened Yet.

We All Live With The Objective Of Being Happy; Our Lives Are All Different And Yet The Same.

As Long As You Can Look Fearlessly At The Sky, You'll Know That Your Pure Within And Will Find Happiness Once More.

Human Greatness Does Not Lie In Wealth Or Power, But In Character And Goodness.

Riches, Prestige, Everything Can Be Lost. But The Happiness In Your Heart Can Only Be Dimmed; It Will Always Be There As Long As You Live, To Make You Happy Again. Whenever You're Feeling Lonely Or Sad, Try Going To The Loft On A Beautiful Day And Looking Outside. Not At The Houses And The Rooftops, But At The Sky. As Long As You Can Look Fearlessly At The Sky, You'll Know That Your Pure Within And Will Find Happiness Once More.

Thinking About The Suffering Of Those You Hold Dear Can Reduce You To Tears; In Fact, You Could Spend The Whole Day Crying.

Why Can't People Live With Each Other In Peace? Why Must Everything Be Destroyed? Why Must People Go Hungry While Surplus Food Elsewhere In The World Rots Away? Oh Why Must People Be So Crazy?

Sleep Makes The Silence And The Terrible Fear Go By More Quickly, Helps Pass The Time, Since It's Impossible To Kill.

Bolkenstein, A Minister, Was Speaking On The Dutch Programme From London, And He Said That They Ought To Make A Collection Of Diaries And Letters After The War. Of Course, They All Made A Rush At My Diary Immediately. Just Imagine How Interesting It Would Be If I Were To Publish A Romance Of The "secret Annexe." The Title Alone Would Be Enough To Make People Think It Was A Detective Story.

I Have Often Been Downcast, But Never In Despair.

Women Should Be Respected As Well! Generally Speaking, Men Are Held In Great Esteem In All Parts Of The World, So Why Shouldn't Women Have Their Share? Soldiers And War Heroes Are Honored And Commemorated, Explorers Are Granted Immortal Fame, Martyrs Are Revered, But How Many People Look Upon Women Too As Soldiers?...women, Who Struggle And Suffer Pain To Ensure The Continuation Of The Human Race, Make Much Tougher And More Courageous Soldiers Than All Those Big-mouthed Freedom-fighting Heroes Put Together!

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I Want To Go On Living After My Death!

The Weak Die Out And The Strong Will Survive, And Will Live On Forever

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No One Ever Was The Poorer For Giving

Where There's Hope, There's Life. It Fills Us With Fresh Courage And Makes Us Strong Again.

It Is Becoming A Bad Dream-- In The Daytime As Well As At Night. I See Him Nearly All The Time And Can't Get At Him, I Mustn't Show Anything, Must Remain Gay While I'm Really In Despair.

I'm Sentimental--i Know. I'm Desperate And Silly--i Know That Too. Oh, Help Me!

Who Has Inflicted This Upon Us? Who Has Made Us Jews Different From All Other People? Who Has Allowed Us To Suffer So Terribly Uptill Now? It Is God That Has Made Us As We Are, But It Will Be God, Too, Who Will Raise Us Up Again. If We Bear All This Suffering And If There Are Still Jews Left, When It Is Over, Then Jews, Instead Of Being Doomed, Will Be Held Up As An Example.

I Want To Go On Living Even After My Death, And Therefore I Am Grateful To God For Giving This Gift... Of Expressing All That Is In Me.

This Is A Photograph Of Me As I Wish I Looked All The Time. Then I Might Have A Chance Of Getting In Hollywood.

One Gets On Better In Life If One Is Not Over Modest.

How Noble And Good Everyone Could Be If, Every Evening Before Falling Asleep, They Were To Recall To Their Minds The Events Of The Whole Day And Consider Exactly What Has Been Good And Bad. Then Without Realizing It, You Try To Improve Yourself At The Start Of Each New Day.

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You Can Always-always-give Something, Even If It's A Simple Act Of Kindness! If Everyone Were To Give In This Way And Didn't Scrimp On Kindly Words, There Would Be Much More Love And Justice In The World!

Just Imagine How Interesting It Would Be If I Were To Publish A Romance Of The "secret Annexe." The Title Alone Would Be Enough To Make People Think It Was A Detective Story.

Once Again St. Nicholas Day Has Even Come To Our Hideaway; It Won't Be Quite As Fun, I Fear, As The Happy Day We Had Last Year. Then We Were Hopeful, No Reason To Doubt That Optimism Would Win The Bout, And By The Time This Year Came Round, We'd All Be Free, And Safe And Sound. Still, Let's Not Forget It's St. Nicholas Day, Though We've Nothing Left To Give Away. We'll Have To Find Something Else To Do: So Everyone Please Look In Their Shoe!

What's Done Can't Be Undone, But At Least You Can Keep It From Happening Again.

I Know What I Want, I Have A Goal, An Opinion, I Have A Religion And Love. Let Me Be Myself And Then I Am Satisfied. I Know That I’m A Woman, A Woman With Inward Strength And Plenty Of Courage.

Parents Can Only Advise Their Children Or Point Them In The Right Direction. Ultimately People Shape Their Own Characters.

I Don't Dare Do Anything Anymore, 'cause I'm Afraid It's Not Allowed.

Our Blessed Radio. It Gives Us Eyes And Ears Out Into The World. We Listen To The German Station Only For Good Music. And We Listen To The Bbc For Hope.

We Aren't Allowed To Have Any Opinions. People Can Tell You To Keep Your Mouth Shut, But It Doesn't Stop You Having Your Own Opinion. Even If People Are Still Very Young, They Shouldn't Be Prevented From Saying What They Think.

I Had To Hold My Head Up High And Put A Bold Face On Things, But The Thoughts Keep Coming Anyways.

Why Should Some People Have Such A Hard Time During Their Few Years On This Earth?

I... Keep Trying To Find A Way To Become What I'd Like To Be And What I Could Be If... If Only There Were No Other People In The World.

I've Found That There Is Always Some Beauty Left-in Nature, Sunshine, Freedom, In Yourself; These Can All Help You. Look At These Things, Then You Find Yourself Again, And God, And Then You Regain Your Balance. And Whoever Is Happy Will Make Others Happy Too. He Who Has Courage And Faith Will Never Perish In Misery!

Make Others Happy

Finding Yourself

Give And You Shall Receive, Much More That You Ever Thought Possible. Give And Give Again. People Who Give Will Never Be Poor!

Go Outsideamidst The Simple Beauty Of Natureand Know That As Long As Places Like This Exist, There Will Be Comfort For Every Sorrow, Whatever The Circumstances May Be.

People Who Give Will Never Be Poor.

Don't Be Too Assuming, It Doesn't Get You Anywhere.

Misfortunes Never Come Singly.

You Can Be Lonely Even When You Are Loved By Many People, Since You Are Still Not Anybody's One And Only.

I Don't Have Much In The Way Of Money Or Worldly Possessions, I'm Not Beautiful, Intelligent Or Clever, But I'm Happy, And I Intend To Stay That Way! I Was Born Happy, I Love People, I Have A Trusting Nature, And I'd Like Everyone Else To Be Happy Too.

The Best Remedy For Those Who Are Afraid, Lonely Or Unhappy Is To Go Outside, Somewhere Where They Can Be Quiet, Alone With The Heavens, Nature And God. Because Only Then Does One Feel That All Is As It Should Be.

Paper Has More Patience Than People.

Let's Not Talk About It Any More, But If You Still Want Anything Please Write To Me About It, Because I Can Say What I Mean Much Better On Paper.

I Want Friends, Not Admirers. People Who Respect Me For My Character And My Deeds, Not My Flattering Smile. The Circle Around Me Would Be Much Smaller, But What Does That Matter, As Long As They're Sincere?

I Don't Want To Have Lived In Vain Like Most People. I Want To Be Useful Or Bring Enjoyment To All People, Even Those I've Never Met. I Want To Go On Living Even After My Death!

I'm Currently In The Middle Of A Depression. I Couldn't Really Tell You What Set It Off, But I Think It Stems From My Cowardice, Which Confronts Me At Every Turn.

You Can Always Give Something, Even If It Is Only Kindness.

Earning Happiness Means Doing Good And Working, Not Speculating And Being Lazy. Laziness May Look Inviting, But Only Work Gives You True Satisfaction.

How Wonderful It Is That We Can Start Doing Good At This Very Moment.

It Won't Take Long Before I Explode With Pent-up Rage.

The Reason For My Starting A Diary Is That I Have No Real Friend.

And Finally I Twist My Heart Round Again, So That The Bad Is On The Outside And The Good Is On The Inside, And Keep On Trying To Find A Way Of Becoming What I Would So Like To Be, And Could Be, If There Weren't Any Other People Living In The World.

This Week I've Been Reading A Lot And Doing Little Work. That's The Way Things Ought To Be. That's Surely The Road To Success.

We've All Been A Little Confused This Past Week, Because Our Dearly Beloved Westertoren Bells Have Been Carted Off To Be Melted Down For The War, So We Have No Idea Of The Exact Time, Either Night Or Day.

If We Bear All This Suffering And If There Are Still Jews Left, When It Is Over, Then Jews, Instead Of Being Doomed, Will Be Held Up As An Example.

No One Has Ever Become Poor By Giving.

Memories Mean More To Me Than Dresses.

Human Greatness Does Not Lie In Wealth Or Power, But In Character And Goodness. People Are Just People, And All People Have Faults And Shortcomings, But All Of Us Are Born With A Basic Goodness.

I Simply Can't Build My Hopes On A Foundation Of Confusion, Misery And Death... I Think... Peace And Tranquillity Will Return Again.

I Simply Can't Imagine The World Will Ever Be Normal Again For Us. I Do Talk About "after The War," But It's As If I'm Talking About A Castle In The Air, Something That Can Never Come True.

I Soothe My Conscience Now With The Thought That It Is Better For Hard Words To Be On Paper Than That Mummy Should Carry Them In Her Heart.

Live With The Objective Of Being Happy.

Riches, Power And Fame Last Only For A Few Years! Why Do People Cling So Desperately To These Transitory Things? Why Can't People Who Have More Than They Need For Themselves Give That Surplus To Their Fellow Citizens? Why Should Some People Have Such A Hard Time During Their Few Years On This Earth?

Is Discord Going To Show Itself While We Are Still Fighting, Is The Jew Once Again Worth Less Than Another? Oh, It Is Sad, Very Sad, That Once More, For The Umpteenth Time, The Old Truth Is Confirmed: What One Christian Does Is His Own Responsibility, What One Jew Does Is Thrown Back At All Jews.

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What One Christian Does Is His Own Responsibility, What One Jew Does Is Thrown Back At All Jews.

If God Lets Me Live, I Shall Attain More Than Mummy Ever Has Done, I Shall Not Remain Insignificant, I Shall Work In The World And For Mankind!

Deep Down I Know I Could Never Be That Innocent Again, However Much I'd Like To Be.

I Can't Help Telling You That I've Begin To Feel Deserted.

Riches Can All Be Lost, But That Happiness In Your Own Heart Can Only Be Veiled, And It Will Bring You Happiness Again, As Long As You Live.

Leave Me In Peace, Let Me Sleep One Night At Least Without My Pillow Being Wet With Tears, My Eyes Burning And My Head Throbbing

I Can Recapture Everything When I Write, My Thoughts, My Ideals And My Fantasies.

I Feel Wicked Sleeping In A Warm Bed, While My Dearest Friends Have Been Knocked Down Or Have Fallen Into A Gutter Somewhere Out In The Cold Night. I Get Frightened When I Think Of Close Friends Who Have Now Been Delivered Into The Hands Of The Cruelest Brutes That Walk The Earth. And All Because They Are Jews!

Boys Will Be Boys. And Even That Wouldn't Matter If Only We Could Prevent Girls From Being Girls.

Older People Have Formed Their Opinions About Everything, And Don't Waver Before They Act. It's Twice As Hard For Us Young Ones To Hold Our Ground, And Maintain Our Opinions, In A Time When All Ideals Are Being Shattered And Destroyed, When People Are Showing Their Worst Side, And Do Not Know Whether To Believe In Truth And Right And God.

There's Only One Rule You Need To Remember: Laugh At Everything And Foget Everybody Else! It Sound Egotistical, But It's Actually The Only Cure For Those Suffering From Self-pity.

The World Has Plenty Of Room, Riches, Money And Beauty ... Let Us Begin By Dividing It More Fairly.

I Am What A Romantic Movie Is To A Profound Thinker - A Mere Diversion, A Comic Interlude, Something That Is Soon Forgotten.

Our Lives Are Fashioned By Our Choices. First We Make Our Choices. Then Our Choices Make Us.

As Long As You're In The Food Business, Why Not Make Sweets?

Who Else But Me Is Ever Going To Read These Letters?

I Don't Believe The War Is Simply The Work Of Politicians And Capitalists. Oh No, The Common Man Is Every Bit As Guilty; Otherwise, People And Nations Would Have Rebelled Long Ago!.

At Any Rate, Daddy Usually Comes To My Defence. Without Him I Wouldn't Be Able To Stick Out Here.

Who Knows, Perhaps He Doesn't Care About Me At All And Look At The Others In Just The Same Way.

There's In People Simply An Urge To Destroy, An Urge To Kill, To Murder And Rage, And Until All Mankind, Without Exception, Undergoes A Great Change, Wars Will Be Waged, Everything That Has Been Built Up, Cultivated, And Grown Will Be Destroyed And Disfigured, After Which Mankind Will Have To Begin All Over Again

We Can't Control Our Destiny, But We Can Control Who We Become.

A Quiet Conscience Makes One Strong!

I Wish To Go On Living Even After My Death.

Yes, There Is No Doubt That Paper Is Patient And As I Don't Intend To Show This Cardboard-covered Notebook, Bearing The Proud Name Of "diary," To Anyone, Unless I Find A Real Friend, Boy Or Girl, Probably Nobody Cares. And Now I Come To The Root Of The Matter, The Reason For My Starting A Diary: It Is That I Have No Such Real Friend.

I Love You, With A Love So Great That It Simply Couldn't Keep Growing Inside My Heart, But Had To Leap Out And Reveal Itself In All Its Magnitude.

People Can So Easily Be Tempted By Slackness... And By Money.

People Can Tell You To Keep Your Mouth Shut, But That Doesn't Stop You From Having Your Own Opinion.

In The Future I'm Going To Devote Less Time To Sentimentality And More Time To Reality.

I've Reached The Point Where I Hardly Care Whether I Live Or Die. The World Will Keep On Turning Without Me, I Can't Do Anything To Change Events Anyway.

Sometimes I Believe That God Wants To Try Me, Both Now And Later On; I Must Become Good Through My Own Efforts, Without Examples And Without Good Advice.

If The Truth Is Told, Things Are Just As Bad As You Yourself Care To Make Them.

Up Till Now I Always Thought Bickering Was Just Something Children Did And They Outgrew It. Of Course, There's Sometimes A Reason To Have A 'real' Quarrel, But The Verbal Exchanges That Take Place Here Are Just Plain Bickering. I Should Be Used To The Fact That These Squabbles Are Daily Occurrences, But I'm Not And Never Will Be As Long As I'm The Subject Of Nearly Every Discussion. (they Refer To These As 'discussions Instead Of 'quarrels', But Germans Don't Know The Difference!)

I Must Work, So As Not To Be A Fool, To Get On, To Become A Journalist, Because That's What I Want!... I Can't Imagine That I Would Have To Lead The Same Sort Of Life As Mummyand All The Women Who Do Their Work And Are Then Forgotten. I Must Have Something Besides A Husband And Children, Something That I Can Devote Myself To!

In The Long Run, The Sharpest Weapon Of All Is A Kind And Gentle Spirit.

The Question Is Very Understandable, But No One Has Found A Satisfactory Answer To It So Far. Yes, Why Do They Make Still More Gigantic Planes, Still Heavier Bombs And, At The Same Time, Prefabricated Houses For Reconstruction? Why Should Millions Be Spent Daily On The War And Yet There's Not A Penny Available For Medical Services, Artists, Or For Poor People? Why Do Some People Have To Starve, While There Are Surpluses Rotting In Other Parts Of The World? Oh, Why Are People So Crazy?

There's Something Happening Everyday, But I'm Too Tired And Lazy To Write It All Down.

There's Plenty Of Room For Everyone In The World. Enough Money, Riches, And Beauty For All To Share. God Has Made Enought For Everyone, So Let Us All Begin Then By Sharing It Fairly.

Who Would Ever Think That So Much Went On In The Soul Of A Young Girl?

Don't Condemn Me, Remember Rather That Sometimes I, Too, Can Reach The Bursting Point.

God Has Never Deserted Our People. Through The Ages Jews Have Had To Suffer, But Through The Ages They've Gone On Living, And The Centuries Of Suffering Have Only Made Them Stronger.

You Can Get Around To Meaningful Conversations More Quickly In The Dark Than With The Sun Tickling Your Face.

Our Many Jewish Friends And Acquaintances Are Being Taken Away In Droves. The Gestapo Is Treating Them Very Roughly And Transporting Them In Cattle Cars To Westerbork, The Big Camp In Drenthe To Which They're Sending All The Jews....if It's That Bad In Holland, What Must It Be Like In Those Faraway And Uncivilized Places Where The Germans Are Sending Them? We Assume That Most Of Them Are Being Murdered. The English Radio Says They're Being Gassed.

It Seems To Me That Later On Neither I Nor Anyone Else Will Be Interested In The Musings Of A Thirteen-year-old Schoolgirl.

Don't Aim For Success If You Want It; Just Do What You Love And Believe In, And It Will Come Naturally. Despite Everything, I Believe That People Are Really Good At Heart.

Those Who Have Courage And Faith Shall Never Perish In Misery

I Want Something From Daddy That He Is Not Able To Give Me. ... It Is Only That I Long For Daddy's Real Love: Not Only As His Child, But For Me - Anne, Myself.

No One Ever Became Poor From Giving.

Dead People Receive More Flowers Than The Living Ones Because The Regret Is Stronger Than Gratitude.

When I Write I Can Shake Off All My Cares. My Sorrow Disappears, My Spirits Are Revived.

The Annex Is An Ideal Place To Hide In. It May Be Damp And Lopsided, But There's Probably Not A More Comfortable Hiding Place In All Of Amsterdam. No, In All Of Holland.

I Hid Myself Within Myself ... And Quietly Wrote Down All My Joys, Sorrows And Contempt In My Diary.

If I'm Engrossed In A Book, I Have To Rearrange My Thoughts Before I Can Mingle With Other People, Because Otherwise They Might Think I Was Strange.

I've Found That There Is Always Some Beauty Left -- In Nature, Sunshine, Freedom, In Yourself; These Can All Help You.

Everyone Has Inside Of Him A Piece Of Good News. The Good News Is That You Don't Know How Great You Can Be! How Much You Can Love! What You Can Accomplish! And What Your Potential Is!

We’re All Alive, But We Don’t Know Why Or What For; We’re All Searching For Happiness; We’re All Leading Lives Which Are Different And Yet The Same.

Searching For Happiness

Sometimes I Think God Is Trying To Test Me, Both Now And In The Future. I'll Have To Become A Good Person On My Own, Without Anyone To Serve As A Model Or Advise Me, But It'll Make Me Stronger In The End.

But I've Slammed The Door To My Inner Self; If He Ever Wants To Force The Lock Again, He'll Have To Use A Harder Crowbar!

Why Are Millions Spent On The War Each Day, While Not A Penny Is Available For ... Artists Or The Poor? Why Do People Have To Starve When Mountians Of Food Are Rotting Away In Other Parts Of The World? Oh, Why Are People So Crazy?

Love, What Is Love? I Don't Think You Can Really Put It Into Words. Love Is Understanding Someone, Caring For Him, Sharing His Joys And Sorrows. This Eventually Includes Physical Love. You've Shared Something, Given Something Away And Received Something In Return, Whether Or Not You're Married, Whether Or Not You Have A Baby. Losing Your Virtue Doesn't Matter, As Long As You Know That For As Long As You Live You'll Have Someone At Your Side Who Understands You, And Who Doesn't Have To Be Shared With Anyone Else!

But Feelings Can't Be Ignored, No Matter How Unjust Or Ungrateful They Seem.

Emotions Feelings

Not Being Able To Go Outside Upsets Me More Than I Can Say, And I’m Terrified Our Hiding Place Will Be Discovered And That We’ll Be Shot.

Deep Down, The Young Are Lonelier Than The Old.

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