She didn't struggle and so she didn't grow — Paulo Coelho
She didn't struggle and so she didn't grow — Paulo Coelho
She didn't struggle and so she didn't grow — Paulo Coelho
She didn't struggle and so she didn't grow — Paulo Coelho
She didn't struggle and so she didn't grow — Paulo Coelho
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She didn't struggle and so she didn't grow

— Paulo Coelho
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