Every life starts out like a fresh piece of clay; boring, plain, certainly not the best work of art, yet strong and sturdy. Every memory, person, moment, laugh, thought; they're like the hands and tools that shape the clay. When it falls and breaks, and gets dented and out of shape, well that's like our broken hearts, and hard spots in someone's life; but nothing a little time and glue can't fix. Friends are like the colours. They give it beauty, and make you more unique; best of all, the good ones stay on even when you fall apart. And finally, love is like a shiny glaze, that softens the clays tattered surface. It covers even the bare, and unwanted parts of your life. And even though it looks clear, you can still see it shine when you look on the bright side.
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