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PAINTING HURTS

No one can compare two hurts just as it is for two hearts
The object of injury may be the same but no two pain thresholds are the same
Love is all love but love loves differently
You cannot compare sorrow
Neither can you compare joys 
It is crazy to explain and that explains it all
A humble heart is the eye of God
Provide comfort without using your experience as a mirror
Celebrate and quiet your success
Live the moment of joy or sorrow for love not pride
Love like air loves selflessly

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