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It wasn’t a stranger’s knife...
It was the familiar hands I loved...those who knew my name...They didn’t jus leave...they vanished...
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Faith doesn't always manifest itself as a roaring wildfire.
Sometimes, it can be compare to a small portable heater
in a single, quiet room.
Outsid..
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Insecurity often shouts.
It makes noise,
seeking attention in crowded rooms.
The loudest voice is usually selling something,
trying to convince,
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They say you should never stand too close to the ocean, that it humbles you with its sheer magnitude. But I? I stand next to you, and I feel smaller t..
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Until yesterday, there was a void.
there are seasons
when the heart grows dry,
when yesterday whispers, you were not loved anymore. And I believed ..
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The Illusion of Knowledge.
The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance.
No. The greatest enemy... is the illusion of knowledge.
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Deep inside, lives a voice that does not shout,
does not argue,
does not beg for attention,
yet it knows...
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Let me take you back for a moment
to the days of my youth...
Back when I was a teenager,
they gave me a nickname,
they called me Mr. Loverman...
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Be yourself…
for every other role
in this vast theater of life
has already been cast...
Every mask you try to wear
belongs to someone else..
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