REvolve
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Última publicación lun, sep 7, 2020
A massive generational saga is about to begin... Sam Niles presents...
REvolve.
There is a balance to everything, one that is given the most attention is what is wrong, and what is right. The balance can be tipped by someone's agenda, religion, pride, and self purpose. But how could you find this balance if it was dictated for you your whole life? But not only that, what if you discovered that you were the other side of that balance? Would you destroy the opposing side so you could control it all? Or would you meld into it, given it is a compromise insomuch as that path has been dictated before you...... But most people either find, or decide what is right and what is wrong for themselves. However people that limit themselves by their own judgment can be hesitant when a vital decision in life has to be made. There is always more than just us, however what is beyond us is not always respected as a higher judgement due to the tarnished I'mages created by arrogant individuals.
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All it ever was, it was just a game..
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