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The Heart is a Cunning Rogue

Surprise your ex. After the breakup, never speak a single negative word about them anywhere. Even if they were terrible, even if they wronged you—don't say it. Like a robot, emotionless, remove them from every corner of your life. Block them everywhere, burn all the memories (really, truly).

To live well, you don't need much of anyone except yourself. Choose something good to carry forward, learn to do it. What isn't here today was never really there yesterday either; what was there was only an illusion. What you've lost wasn't life; what remains—that's life.

There are two rooms before you. Why do you keep looking toward that room which belongs to someone else now? You shared a home with that other person for so long—why not try making a home with yourself for once and see what happens! Good days lie ahead. Get ready.

Restart! Restart! Restart! Can't find the button? How could you—you've let dust from memories settle over it! Assert your will over your own mind; nothing happens in this world without exerting that force. The mind is such a lazy rascal!
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