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Love a little more. If mornings feel like dried up petals strewed on a warm, soily pavement, just go on. It means that everything that ends has something left in them to pursue on becoming what they are in the first place. It does not mean that they wouldn’t be flowers again. Sometimes, if it fails at first, you need not to go ahead and walk under a warm afternoon of May, you need not to blame anybody for what you feel. It all falls under your hands; yourself is the most powerful thing that you’ve ever held. Everything is about loving a little bit more. Everything is, because you are.