My headHow i truly feel
what i think
But i just wonder
If its
How you feel
If its
What you think
I think its me
who holds back
Who keeps it in his head
But Why
Just for the fear
Of being wrong
But if its never said
You'll never know
If its right
Or if its wrong
so open these doors
and let me show you
How i truly feel
and what i truly think
Because it can't stay in my head
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"Revolution is not about anger, it's about transformation"
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`¤Whether you think you can or think you can't - you are right.¤´
You may look up my My deviations
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What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
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Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another
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Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another
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What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
My stock account [link]
cheers
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Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something
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St. Francis said,
“A man who uses his hands is a laborer. One who uses his hands and mind is a craftsman. He who uses his hands, and his mind, and his heart is an artist.”
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