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90% Potential

itsjustnotmyday

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itsjustnotmyday

It's been said that we only use 10% of our brains. What about the other 90%? Where does that go? Maybe the reason we can't access it is because we don't believe in things. The supernatural, superpowers, vampires, monsters, even Santa Claus. These things might truly exist if it weren't for our disbelief.... And maybe they do.All Rights Reserved

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