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Everything is truly Alive
wake up! Wake up from your everyday life. Wake up from your mundane existence. We have to remember who we are. Remember who you… really… are. we don’t know how we are made. We really don’t. But we do know where we come from. At least we can if we can… wake up and remember.
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Thief In The Night
To the thief in the night that took and replicated what once was mine: Honestly, I feel kind of bad for you. It’s funny, because we hardly know each other. I only know of you through the magazines you’ve written and the broadcasts you have televised in the past — as well as through the public mentions of you from your show business connections there.
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CUTE It starts with love. . . Love everyone. No one goes to hell. Heaven is in the Heart of Love.🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
There’s a deep sadness beneath the brevity, suggesting rejection before identity has a chance to form. The emotional weight feels heavier because it’s left unspoken.
Oooo, this is a good one!
Very clever!
Brilliantly-crafted & fierce! 💪🏾🎉
Oooo, this was very intriguing. Loved it!
Creepy
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