Long time ago there was a cousin of a friend. He said that his cousin was a walking dead. That was the first time I realised how could a man live a life without purpose.
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Larger meaning starts with a perfect hit,
for human must remain human. Name it. Name your purpose. For you are a free man, for you are a slave of no man. Just give me one thing, lord At this point Miss Hepburn agreed with Him. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. -A. H.- |
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