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Proud Hermit

LIKE A WHIRLWIND OF CONSTANT REOCCURANCES ITS BLEEK; A SHADOW OF AN EXISTANCE OVERFLOWING IN ABUNDANCE WITH CLARITY. WHAT REMAINS TO BE SEE WHEN THE DESIRE TO GAZE IS FORFEITED. LIFE FORCE INVIGORATED BY A DIVINE FEAR OF FATE, MASSOCHISTICALLY HUMBLED BECAUSE FEAR CREATES ADRENALINE WHICH GUIDED BY DEVOTION CREATES A SUSTAINED CORE. SOME TEND TO LEAN TOWARD SHYING AWAY FROM THE WORLD AND OTHERS OR MERELY LOOKING OUT AT THE WORLD TOTALLY UNDERSTAANDING IT AS IF WERE A SONG NOTE FOR NOTE KNOWN MANY YEARS. ITS BEAUTIFUL TO BE HOLD BUT THE NOTES DON’T CHANGE. NEW RENDITIONS COME AND GO THAT KEEP ITS RELEVANCE PREVALENT BUT IT’S THE SAME SONG. YOU STAND ON THE WALL AND BOB YOUR HEAD ALONG WITH THE MUSIC. BUT, YOU DON’T DARE DANCE. ONE WOULD THINK DANCING IS OVER FOR YOU; BUT IT BEGAN THIS WAY. A PRIVATE SHOWING TO NOONE WHILE WONDERING IF ITS ANYONE. ENERGY EVOLVING! SURPASSING PEACE, LOVE JOY, ECSTASY, AND YOU EXPERIENCE YOU. PURITY OF SELF. THE FORMULA WORKS WITH MANY THINGS AND CAN BE A SIGNIFICANT ANSWER TO EVRYTHING NEVER AVOIDING ALL MOMENTS JUST THE MOST TRYING ONES. DANCE, SING, CRY, YELL, FEEL, AND LIVE BEING!!!

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