I wouldn't have gone this far,
If I had known that it hurts.
I wouldn't have gone this far,
If I had known that am this confused.
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Those that refuse to do a job professionally provide endless employment opportunities for those that will.
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God lives through and within His Creation...I refuse to add more tears.
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Don't confuse potential with reality. Ends up confused, focused on a potential reality. As long as you stay grounded, remember to stay present.
No confundas el potencial con la realidad. Acaba confundido centrado en una realidad potencial. Mientras permanezcas con los pies en la tierra, recuerda permanecer presente.
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Refuse to give up!
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Work, when infused with purpose, transcends mere tasks and becomes a legacy. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Work, when infused with purpose, transcends mere tasks and becomes a legacy. ~Aloo Denish Obiero
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Tum log khud confuse ho goli khilain ya Teka lagain, chalye kidray sair Karan inj?
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Confuse na kar sedhi tarah bata,
Goli ya teka or fire ya injection??
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Goli ko inj say confuse na karo,
Fire ka bool kar teka lagwatay.
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CIA is not conducting an inquiry on underworld Don Zafar Khan Supari
And they refused to print out his CDR.
Does this mean Police and criminals
Are on the same page here is Pakistan?
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In war... it's not bombs or bullets that win or lose, but people and places that become the refuse.
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Personally I don’t know what all the fuss is about. Some people confuse karma with victimhood!
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The more we analyze our reactions and better options, wiser we become. And transformation is beautiful indeed... The situations which had always entangled become unworthy, people who had always hogged on the patience appear confused ranting out silently that what they need is empathy and counseling. And the contended smile that shines on face becomes the most treasured property
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I have suffused myself in poetry
as a lizard basks, soaking up sun,
scales nakedly glinting; its glorious light
he understands—when it comes, it comes…
(Michael R. Burch, "Sun Poem," keywords/tags: sun, sunshine, summer, poetry)
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There are three classes of people: Those who see by themselves. Those who see only when they are shown. Those who refuse to see.—Leonardo da Vinci on class(es) of people, perspective and judgement, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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Recognize your Worth and trust your Ability, so you no longer Confuse Failure with Defeat!
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What you feel is real, regardless of if it is true or not. Something caused you to feel that way. Making it true, even if it's not correct. This is not to be confused with what you think, which is not true just because you believe it.
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vestiges, vestibule refuge, vegetable refugees, venerable refuse, vermeer recluse, varnish reclined, tarnish declined, tender decimals, cinder decibles, kindergarten disciples
life is a condensation of consciousness that dissipates too quickly.
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You dont have to debate anything in the Bible. The argument made by God speaks louder, even though they refuse to hear.
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"To feed climaxes the fragrances of death is to keep thresholds in pockets to confuse yourself of your own beginnings."
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LOVE IS NOT ABLESSING
love isn't a blessing,its a damn halacus felt so deep like a burning flame ,it keeps igniting the moment you think about that one person
it will make u confuse an ordinary being to be a heaven sent, the pain cuts so deep when your not loved back or cared about.
dont love,love is no happiness its a ringing pain you will live rehearsaling.
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Mistakenly, yet whom is not
Confused, yet whom is not
Strong, yet whom is not
Intriguing, yet whom is not
Abnormal, yet whom is not
Beautiful, yet whom is not
Loving, yet whom is not
Respectful, yet whom is not
Kindness, yet whom is not
Blessed, yet whom is not
Grateful, yet whom is not
Learning, yet whom is not
Forgiving, yet whom is not
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Sometimes we smile,
laugh and laugh harder
but we do not know for
how long is going to last.
I guess let's just laugh more often
and confuse the inescapable.
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Beware of those who speak to you privately but refuse to acknowledge you publicly.
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"Arugalas", poems that have a life of their own. Often they are confused with miracles because they can be both beautiful and important.
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My little witch of where*
What happened to the air*
We were one loving pair*
With untapped rhyme and flair*
Then your eyes and nose flare*
The fuse lighting our fare*
The last I saw you stair*
Up up and away, where*
Lost a twitch in despair*
And gave an itch to care*
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I find it peculiar, how we can accept things about ourselves, which we refuse to tolerate in others.
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" Is it of mercy and grace I continue as a understanding man, in iniquity which separates God from man? Or is it a lesson which one deserves to live distressed confused in the way every prayer is answered as was it faithful prayed?
A schism between my love and divine in eyes. I sow and my hands immoral war are needing justice to scold them sore. I know it's my blessings curse and my curses blessing either or by my power is my weakness even more. The pit or the clouds?"
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If white is the new black, black is the new white, red is the new green, I'm so confused
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