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A ***** bread. It took a lot of conquering and mutilation, to get to where I am right now, **WE SURVIVE WE STRIVE WE ARE ALIVE** My son, you will one day grow and die, your soul will move on to the next host in life. You know the past, you see everything as if you were time. FUTURE has no boundaries, others create barriers. You simply create future times and they fail not.
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 8:51 AM UTC
My visions, my mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's words of wisdom.
A ***** bread. It took a lot of conquering and mutilation, to get to where I am right now, **WE SURVIVE WE STRIVE WE ARE ALIVE** My son, you will one day grow and die, your soul will move on to the next host in life. You know the past, you see everything as if you were time. FUTURE has no boundaries, others create barriers. You simply create future times and they fail not.
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 8:51 AM UTC
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