Sometimes the hardest pain is born from the absence of honest words.

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Despite daily grind, to others be kind.

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The true crime is not just death, but the brutal lack of shame before a life that fades.

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We loved each other with the same desperation a junkie seeks his syringe: in the dead of night, in darkness, without shame.

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A good friend is like a balm applied or administered on a deep cuts. A bad friend is like filth besides a pot of soup (stench). Prof Adejola Joseph

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The entire world is in chaos because of greed. Greed is the bane of all forms of anomalies. Greed. Greed has destroyed everything. I mean everything. Prof Adejola Joseph.

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Life has two sides just like synonyms and antonyms, positive and negative, like and unlike charges, day and night and light and darkness. Such is life.

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God teaches us all we need to move ourselves through this time and into our eternity.
Loving us, he guides us with all of his commandments.
Lifting prayers today and always.

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Time is fluid; moving at its own flow. With each drip, it makes its way, toward our destiny.

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I desire the eyes

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Every small voice deserves its light.

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Indeed, each of us a pixel, of the human psyche...but important enough to Christ who allowed Himself to be crucified for all, no exclusions. We may see ourselves as mere pixels, but God sees us, perhaps, as part of the Greater Body of His Christ portrait..?! Who am I to argue with the One who gave me Life, and so much living opportunity? So much power...my conglomerate able to beautify or destroy an entire world?

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Not every moment deserves to become a memory. Some deserve to stay alive.

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Better too obsessive than not obsessive enough. Life deserves intensity, even if misplaced.

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Hype fades,
drive is forever.

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We are lost without information, and the utility it provides. And when there's nothing left to process...just watch the rates of suicides.

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Fame is when they hand you rocket boots and call it destiny. You start floating through interviews and blockbuster movies, until you forget what grass smells like.

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“A Soul always desires integration of all its own fractals of Light, its own tinged rare shadows, exposing its own ripping separation wounds. It will not rest if it cannot integrate these.”
©GhairoDanielsQuotes

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Although perfection doesn’t exist, some people still have that mindset. And with that mindset, comes immense pressure and stress. Perfection doesn’t exist. It is only a self destruction mindset.

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Confidence is a subtle command. It takes prisoners and captivates them with modesty.
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- Chris Conn

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The flight of butterflies designs in gloomy mind the collage
of ecstasy, framed by the beauty of life

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Truth doesn’t descend from above; it unfolds from below.

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If emotion is the bridge, love is the destination.

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Follow your heart, with the strength of your convictions, and you will find your destiny.

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If you keep count of your desires in love, love breaks. And if you keep count of your sacrifices in friendship, friendship breaks.

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Apt words for those who, despite insurmountable odds, endeavor in noble pursuits. Whose reward, though it may not lie in victory, must pay due regard to those elements of character which belie a righteous resolve and willingness to struggle in the face of overwhelming adversity.

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Our desire to effect the necessary change is not without merit, it is without recourse.

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We all possess an inherent amount of faith, we trust we are who we say we are and that things are, after a fashion, the way we expect them to be. An expectation that forms the baseline which allows us to interface and function within the bounds of what we, as individuals, consider the norms of rational existence. That is until circumstance erodes the illusion which forms the bulwark between what is rational and irrational. Chaos then needs little justification or provocation.

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When investiture in a lie is so great that truth becomes destructive to ones ends, the inherent liabilities in the use of force become its underlying justification.

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Glories quill scribes odes in the blood of friend and foe alike

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