I loved to be happy.
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0.000 HBDI loved to be happy.
I loved to be happy. I suffered because I was not loved. I am strong because I already know how it is to lose everything and to rise up with a greater appetite to fight all that life has to get you in the way.  I loved to be happy. I thought love means happiness and that means, but not always because I never thought I could be very happy to find myself after a failure, after a decadence, after many unhealed wounds ... Resurrections are always beautiful, but to find yourself is the most beautiful ... I loved to be happy, but I was happier from the moment I learned to love myself.  I suffered because I was not loved or suffered because I wanted to not have loved it so much. We suffer for all the reasons in the world or for no reason ... But most of all we suffer from love ... Because we have the highest expectations of it.  And finally, because I loved and suffered, I'm strong. A man who has gone through many trials knows that he can rise, he is no longer afraid of failure, of wounds, of men, becomes strong, and remains so for many years in which he expects to consolidate the confinement he gives to a man with whom to allow, it is not known when, to be weak without questioning, without the uncertainty that floats through the air above the dear. I am strong because I already know how it is to lose everything and to rise up with a greater appetite to fight all that life has to get you in the way. And finally, happiness, I found her learning to love me too, demonstrating to me that I would never suffer and become strong, determined, another I, much better!