What I love most about autumn is the golden-crimson leaves blanketing the ground signaling rebirth to come, death in all its promising grandeur —I Am Anaya
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Oye Gustak Supari sahaba kay name par accounts na banaya kar oye mur ja ict.
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We cannot calm the turbulence in the open sky. We must bear with its disharmony as it passes us by —I Am Anaya
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A weeping inner voice calls out the universe. Time wins unless the winds find the seeds to disperse—I Am Anaya
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The tides which ebbed, now freely to more friendly and welcoming shores, let us celebrate together on the warm sands of friendship—I Am Anaya
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A bruised heart scorned, sacred vows of a saint, sorrows of
unrequited lover's—art, is what you paint—I Am Anaya
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Donald Trump has trouble with syntax, he thinks paying tax is a sin!—I Am Anaya
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Say something to someone before it's too late, life is precious keep it—I Am Anaya
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I believe there is only one race, the human race with many variations, (consensus of anthropologists these days)--I Am Anaya
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An individual who proves irksome may prove to be excellent material for creating an interesting character for a story--I Am Anaya
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Attempting to see the good side of every perceived negative situation and trying to derive reason from it is a step closer to peace—I Am Anaya
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