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  • When we were children we kept on falling. We played and run and fall some more, and our knees were always bruised and red with drops of blood. Mum was always there to kiss and make them better and we enjoyed the attention and the love. After ten minutes we were ready to play and to fall again and this was the eternal childhood game. As we grow up our knees got better and the bruises disappeared .Our falls were replaced by disappointments. Our hearts replaced our knees but were bruising just the same. This time the pain was inside and the red and blue were invisible to the naked eye. It was no one who could kiss and make it better. But as when we were children we kept falling and standing up. Some bruises lasted for a few days ,another kept you company for a lifetime.
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