We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Writing is existing, a process of understanding the role of imagination. To painted added layers of color and a hint of love, not too powerful as some potions are. Too write a world that fights for itself when humans go out of control, a darling child on the stairs of a glass cylinder, and soldiers stop to watch stars gltter and shoot light beams, hopes, and dreams.
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I live with grace I am an ethical person I have realistic expectations I don't let creeps into my life I dream about a better w...
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A loving heart be so blue Into the the river lands Golden light was in your eyes Can the heart be busy hiding Wash it away Can a ...
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The prince of ears was he Largest ears of the ear folk Absolutely tremendously large He spend all his time listening to things Including...