The Silent Warrior
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Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.Complete
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ETERNIY: A COLLECTION OF INSPIRITION
DURING A STRUGGLE IN MY LIFE CONSUMED WITH LONINESS AND DRUGS , ENCOUNTERED EVENTS THAT AMAZED ME. GOING THROUGH TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS IN MY LIFE I WAS AT A CROSS ROAD AND HAD TO MAKE A DECISION TO LIVE OR DIE IN THE STATE OF MIND, LOST AND CONFUSED IN A WORLD FULL OF HATRED, MANIPULATION AND DECIET. I WAS IN A SPITITUAL BATTLE AND THE WORDS CAME TO ME IN THE SPIRIT WHICH ALLOWED ME TO OVERCOME LIVING IN THE NIGHT LIFE AND TO TRULY BECOME THE LADY I WAS LOST TO A WORLD OF CONFUSION... THE WORDS I SPEAK ARE FROM MY HEART AND TRUE. I ROSE ABOVE INTO THE LIGHT LED BY THE SPIRITS.Complete
Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.
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