hypocritepoet

Tall walls. Walls that even sunlight cannot penetrate. No sound. No scent.

When you kill someone, you don't just kill who they were, you kill a little bit of everyone who knew them.

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Life is a lot like jazz, it's best when you improvise.

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once more into the silly breach

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“You don’t know who you are until you’re in a fight for your soul.”

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Your welcome.

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The past is never dead. It’s not even past.

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Them! – 1954 was nothing compared to real ants!

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Journey is never about the destination, it is always the hearts, minds and experiences along the way.

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Change hurts. But so does staying the same.

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> Jehovah has not sent you, but you caused this people to believe a lie.

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