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Listen to your heart

There is a real difference between pretending to be ok and actually being ok. The problem is, most of us have been conditioned from a young age to numb our feelings and silence our hearts. So we become unable to distinguish reality from pretense and live in a misery that makes no sense, because it "seems" we have everything. Except whatever the little voice inside our hearts is calling for... Your heart knows everything, just get quiet and listen.

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