Written In These Walls
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Last published Thu, Mar 12, 2015
Words written in these walls a long time ago , are words that we believed had meant something
that happened in the past. These words describes our nature and surroundings given to us by our Saviour. Only these words can show us what did our ancestors made in centuries. These words describe all of us people. They describe every feature in our body. They describe who we really are. These words can help us find the missing mystery piece in our confusing and challenging life.
People can tell other people words that came from their heart or that came from their eyes whom the brain told that some people are untrusted or worth something to us.
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