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It's not you it's me....

THE most  favourite  breakup line of the century...always makes me laugh when i hear it(but no offence to those whose heart broke because of this vicious line) lol...

"It's not you it's me"
Best line you could ever tell me..
I accept that it was my fault,
Never trying too hard to get what i want,

So this is not a breakup advise post (to all those who were thinking it was) instead its more of a life advise post.Ever had those times when you're  filled with so much regret cause  you didn't do something and in the end lost every chance you could ever have of undoing your mistake??I have...and and most times i try to tell myself it wasn't my fault and sort of try to pin the blame on something  or someone else..till i realize...no one or nothing can take blame except moi!"It's not you it's  me" and lately that point has sunk in pretty well.

So if you ever hear this  classic line "it's not you it's me"  always tell yourself "i won't let it break me up".
Don't let others take the fall for something we clearly know was ours to blame,and the more we know that the more we never allow anything to determine our fate for us,and although God alone is in control,there are some things that we can choose to control our own destiny.


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