Rewrite The Stars
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There's no difference between you and me because we've all got, our stories. ~ Unknown
'We will change because we can change, I know it. We may be weak but we have to be if not, then we wouldn't have any reason to grow get strong. I know it may seem futile to you, but it's not, because we are getting stronger with every step we take. You see I'm sure we can change because we're weak and because we die. We have to fight in order to live and that's what will make us strong and if that's not enough and if you're still not convinced we can change. Then think about us, and all the days that we spend with our family in Risembool.'
This is what my Mom said to me when I was growing up to our Dad Hohenheim but after making the greatest sacrifice that I could do everything was restored as it should be but I could never return to it after being pulled through the gate into another world
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