You are the book, I read every day. Some times flipping through I read your moves and gestures. Some times rereads allow me to dive and decipher. Not everybody carries the ability to see all the bands emitting out of a prism named body.
Not every body carries the capability to read the prints provided by ever chirping senses. May I react or gaze through to store, depends upon my strategic core. Just one thing for you to know, I stack every book in the memory of my library.
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You can lead a Liberal to truth...but you can't make him drink.
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The legacy of freedom is inscribed by those who envisioned a world liberated from tyranny, dared to challenge the fetters of oppression, and defended the pursuit of dignity and self-determination—ideals we must fervently uphold. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Democracy is the garden where the seeds of liberty are sown by the hands of the many. -Aloo Denish Obiero.
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The Journey To The Library Is Embolden by the Equivalency's Of Sound And Expression!
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The power of a government is a sacred trust, only justly exercised when it safeguards the liberties and aspirations of its populace. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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Fallible humanity
Is prefferable,
To digital inanity'
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Ghalib Kamal mulhid shaks Kamal tekay ka nahi soi ka hota hai needle Kay bagair Teka lag hi NAHI sakta ay kaash tujhay phudi ka gehrai maloom hota.
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"Strong women don't just break glass ceilings; they build skyscrapers of resilience, compassion, and empowerment, leaving an indelible mark on the world."
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The tyranny of progressivism and liberalism hurts families, the poor, women, and the pure, the most.
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History teaches us that Nationalism plus liberalism leads to tyranny.
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"Glory to the bravehearted! Glory to the departed!" a tribute to the courage and heroism of those who have fought and died for us all in the cause of freedom and liberty, from the poem "Glory to the Departed" by Max Burchett.
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Like a river's flow, forgiveness cascades, Washing away resentment's dark shades, It breaks the chains that bind the heart, Granting liberation, a brand-new start.
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Soul liberation
It's the product of the price paid for freedom,
To rewrite the script.
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These past three years after observing human behaviors and reactions, it is evident that there are many dumb people out there with low IQs who are gullible to believe lies from the government and gain-seeking businessmen. You must really have to be dumb down to allow yourself to be an experiment for liars.
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Hey Harry, how ‘bout you spare us all your lies and betrayal and hypocrisy and narcissism and bedwetting and elitist woke liberal fairytales and how much you miss mummy and GTFU!
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We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all women were created sequel... ('Adam's Rib vs. Women's Lib' by Michael R. Burch)
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Liberalization is the death of freewill
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Overly sharing and being too gullible with the wrong someone is like loading a bullet in its chamber and pulling the trigger.
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The ones who deem themselves kings but do nothing but corrupt society in the name of liberation are fools of hypocrisy.
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The western Christianity is that which Fact-check a Preacher of the gospel (deliberate orchestration from the kingdom of darkness) to make the Truth of scripture subject to scrutiny by mere man
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Learn to liberate your sadness by expression, not by addiction. October 2017.
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While you may not ignore me,
I’ll be ashes before you understand me.
—Mirza Ghalib, Urdu translation by Michael R. Burch
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My face lights up whenever I see my lover;
now she thinks my illness has been cured!
—Mirza Ghalib, Urdu translation by Michael R. Burch
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I you want to hear rhetoric flower,
hand me the wine decanter.
—Mirza Ghalib, Urdu couplet translation by Michael R. Burch
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I tease her, but she remains tight-lipped ...
if only she'd sipped a little wine!
—Mirza Ghalib, Urdu couplet translation by Michael R. Burch
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I get that 'Ghalib' is not much,
but when a slave comes free, what’s the problem?
(Mirza Ghalib, Urdu couplet translation by Michael R. Burch)
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Oh naïve heart, what will become of you?
Is there no relief for your pain? What will you do?
—Mirza Ghalib, Urdu couplet translation by Michael R. Burch
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Ten thousand desires: each one worth dying for ...
So many fulfilled, and yet still I yearn for more!
—Mirza Ghalib, Urdu couplet translation by Michael R. Burch
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All your life, O Ghalib, you repeated the same mistake:
Your face was dirty, but you kept cleaning the mirror!
—Mirza Ghalib, Urdu couplet translation by Michael R. Burch
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