#inspirationalquotes
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Where we go one, we go all.Freedom is a mental release from suffering, consciously.Study hall slumber, your addition breeds anarchy.Wolves hug these podiums, and lambs sway incivility.Why you think them alarm bells named Liberty?Free-dom suspends mass subjects to prospects of being minorities.Class middle for clueless to read an underwritten liability.Clauses amend these bills, denying rivers…
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“You didn’t author it.You don’t have the authority.My voice was felt. You get it?I start talking.A lion does have a roar. That’s a voice on the water. You get it?He’s on the clouds. Yeah.His voice, spirit on the water. It’s a fog.Relate to the story, not religion.Religion is another father, that’s not my father.My father…
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Open book.“ I’m open to many things, just closed to any relationship.Fed on books, full of content.Open tables, but never digest. Internalize.If you got to tell me your story, then you’re not a must-read—a mystery.Everybody is hidden under illustrations, hard covers for soft presentations.Your ends shouldn’t correspond to your beginnings.I never liked autobiographies, you see.People…
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“Err.. A rose .. thorns of suffering, suffering in mannerisms. Suffering to find love, or just a love of suffering. Er in our beginning, arose from a deep sleep, the pain of our awakenings. Her Beauty stems from a long root of affliction. And in my journey, I found a beauty adorning the crown of…
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“Err.. A rose .. thorns of suffering, suffering in mannerisms. Suffering to find love, or just a love of suffering. Er in our beginning, arose from a deep sleep, the pain of our awakenings. Her Beauty stems from a long root of affliction. And in my journey, I found a beauty adorning the crown of…
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“Awestruck. Nobody owes me awe because awe was the chord my voice struck in me. Invoking the spirit within this realm that had been voided, taken aback, left behind a stray. A blemish in high winds of morning sway. She took me for everything, fame another courtship with tragedy. Mortars to celebrity and offerings to…
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“Am that I am… Presence. Never knocked on her vulva, I sought out an opening. She seemed hesitant for but a moment, like a demon she let me in. See, I was to her stranger than the fiction, a scene she played out redundantly. She already conceived of me, somehow I was already there. If…
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