Life-hack For A Broken Heart
A friend is heartbroken after a breakup: “I had so much hope. I believed that love would conquer all.”
The life-hack that I’ve learned the hard way is: “Loving yourself conquers all.”
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A friend is heartbroken after a breakup: “I had so much hope. I believed that love would conquer all.”
The life-hack that I’ve learned the hard way is: “Loving yourself conquers all.”
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