Story: What is True Love? It’s Simplicity? For how long have we Forgotten Love?

What is true love? It’s simplicity. That’s why it’s so magico magical. The smartest things you’d ever known. It blows you away. Overthinking keeps it away. You might have heard it some time, but as we get older, we always forget what we’ve learned as kids or what we were thinking. The older we get, the easier it is to forget. It’s probably what we all forget, the ego we don’t want to mush within. We start to forget since the least what we’ve wanted, the least we would wish to surge to protect, the least we want to blend within. We forget since all the rest forget we start to think that secondly, that sex is the only best, the thing that quenches our problems like the masturbate…

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How I Feel Today – Collection of Quotes to Learn

Often we deepen ourselves into just living. By living, we often reduce our chances to succeed in life. Often because other major essential things are to be done, perhaps this situation you are doing often occur by longly to a lousy extent way, so you will have to reconsider why you are doing what you are doing, several times even by reprogramming yourself even to allow yourself read a book or perhaps watch a motivational movie. Well, often, we are deepened so that sometimes we do not know why we are acting as we do, so perhaps we need to willingly start to do something because something to us wasn’t possible to be done. Perhaps by increasing our living with different important things often the little things that often…

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Shizz Ko Kock Boom Daraway – Short Story

And then I said to myself jungle dealazer.com where the written stories are written. Much good, but still that is not the that away you know shizz ko kok bom da rawej and then shish koo koo kok kok da rawej and then you knew da ra wey believing that this isn’t fame shizz ko ko kok shiz ko ko kok. That dareway no what I mean, down to the tellings of their own, everyone had stories… Thataway you know that way you never been into you know then suddenly saw that paths are divided by loves that a way. It couldn’t be bad horny that away… You know there is much telling, but they don’t build their kingdom for themself. We have a future, but we tend to…

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Then I said to them – Short Poem

You who choose your wives to many. Isn’t it a little unfair to the God you do not associate with? If so, everyone knew this tucked away from a jungle of … The way forward is to master problems and take them as a challenge without saying anything further than excuse me, friend, you are near me, when you take advantage of the fact that the world is small and at the same time big? You have to weigh your ways clean without disdain for the systems, which invite you small to great of God for God. Norwegian: dere som velger deres koner til mange. Er det ikke litt urettferdig den Gud dere ikke omgÃ¥s? Om sÃ¥ var at alle visste dette Gjemt fra en jungel av skrablerier… Veien…

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Poem: Sometimes Love hurt

Sometimes Love hurt Sometimes love hurts When sometimes somebody leaves love for some other love, it’s the main reason why love hurts, because it doesn’t start. It gave me reasons to look another way and have faith in love to be loved; they told me that they would be together forever in love that grooved, but they found the exit easier than to exist together forever. Love hurts; what do we get to do to make the love be loved whenever. Loved but not torn, loved but not feared. Everything that means love, everything that states love, gives reasons to understand that it exists forever and disappears never. So be together forever, make love forever for love together in fever. Does someone exist, then they hurt love with pain…

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Poem Lyrics: Manifest of Society The Police Brutality – With it’s Music

These are the long-forgotten lyrics, though not forgotten, intended to survive the future with my past. It has been formed for the main reasons. But you might have heard President Bush saying some time Principality. Well, it was a word he learned while I’ve sent this horrendous long text to his office around 2004. That time he might had read it. But again, you’ll never know if that was true. Maybe still, it was read in his email system. Who knows. Who would do it much worse? When actually reading it through? It might have saved the planet if it wasn’t for these lyrics! Manifest of Society The Police Brutality Police brutality the manifest of society justice mentality the root to clear reality then why is it going the…

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Poem: Future from Past to the Past and back too Future

Future from Past to the Past and back to Future What will you do in the near future, the future that you and I don’t know. What will happen if you know the future, the future that is non-liveable. You and I are the keys to this future. What will you do in the near future, the future that you and I don’t know? What will happen if you know the future, the future that is non-liveable. You and I are the keys to this future. What would you do if you never thought, thought about that you and I have much in common? What would you do if you lose? Lose yourself in a way that is not in common. It might happen tomorrow or sooner. The more you…

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My own Unique and Latest few Poems collection on my Twitter about Love and Future

Some of the collection, three is Fibonacci good, so three it will be, such indeed there are more than just a few there are dozen all forgotten, still not unleashed but always there to breath upon remarks of the past. Thi even time, but crucial, but hopes for the better to getting well better, keeping thee upon see. We might be who else we might try to be. So it’s you who need you to remember, though, that the bee is the one to protect. Unless depress, being the worlds and the world the same keeping after all divided future for thi upon seeing thee might be ever to see the bee forever kept as a treasure towards the illness that can’t disappear unless it’s spoken about, told who…

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Short Story: Eye of the Beholder – Jihad The Holy War

Here is one of these stories told towards just more within-within few of this inside in within. You might not fully understand this the more you seek upon mostly all of these short stories. It’s a war within called Jihad, something as a battle within, in the people’s mind, a war of where you attend as the taker, taker of the mighty eternal sword you might perhaps be able to have within. Still, upon a time, you dwell, not taking the shots and the moments. As maybe never taking risks and the ways to possibly taking the long, to win it all. As there are paths beyond, to enter the dungeons of the seek, and thus fight off the evil, monstrous divide, things that hide, hide beneath so that…

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Song & Poem: The End is Unthinkable

think about the future the future is unthinkable unthinkable to thi end and the end is unthinkable cause the end is as the end and the end is as the end and we do not know what end is when we see the end of the end think about the future the future is unthinkable unthinkable to thi end and the end is unthinkable cause the end is as the end and the end is as the end and we do not know what end is when we see the end of the end the end of the end is just about to end end your imagination and take your fantastic world with itself some believe the future holds for us time ahead some believe that in a bleak…

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Mental Mental – Music That Touched The Mental Illness

When someone is mental, there indeed are those who keep them away in dungeons and castles. These people often knew how it was in a place. But indeed, it was not the ill who was ill, those who used their time to earn money on the grind, where patients just became what they tried to become. But that’s life, and some know-how things end badly for those who did terribly. Karma has no menu, and you are served what you deserve. Over the long cause, Dealazer has been mentored by Psychiatry and mentored by the system by even God. It’s not always beautiful to know that Psychiatry isn’t that good beauty. I’ve been there, done that. Indeed I made music about it: No longer than that, there are few…

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