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The beggar sits on a *** of gold Yet he never looks inside. He only sits on it Asking for a coin here a coin here a coin here We as humans have forgotten the love of life. I as a human am ready to open my box of gold and look inside.
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
Beggars can be Choosers
The beggar sits on a *** of gold Yet he never looks inside. He only sits on it Asking for a coin here a coin here a coin here We as humans have forgotten the love of life. I as a human am ready to open my box of gold and look inside.
I started listening to Eckhart Tolle when I realized that I was going to ruin  my relationship by staying in my mind
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
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