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Apr 15
Belief is an itch that urges you to scratch deeper than the surface.

Imagination and dreams are God’s chosen method to present before us our purpose.

For how could anything that doesn’t require faith ever be exciting?

Greatness is just like a destination wedding, few make it though a myriad were invited.

My beliefs drove me to madness, but, anger is something you only feel when you’re certain you’re right.

One cannot be one foot in, one foot out, Delta only makes profits when there’s a full flight.

Those who think they do, are the ones that belong.

In my head, I’m tormented by one single song.

“I believe, I can. I believe, I will. I believe, I know my dreams are real.”
Written by
Pluck
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