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I am an easy to approach person; My figure is not immediately repulsive. I tend to attract a sense of eminence when you are around me. I have an impressive charm. Majestic, like the beauty of the Earth. All that you discover… Will hold more grace; Than you could ever measure. Not by minutes, Not by hours, Not by days; or years The Immeasurable magnitude of my richness; that could be apparently Infinite, Is only limited because;well… Its this representation of myself. Something in the way that I sustain my life… Will tend to convey others into antagonizing, my resolutions. I, myself, am not sure, if what they thought I did or was doing, has any justification.. But, what I am sure of… Is that any soul who has suffered; already recognizes that there is a need to endure; whatever pain or struggle,that is. Just like any soul that has suffered, also knows; that all souls, are susceptible to a constant and never changing sentence of fate, leading to our death… What we survive, represents how we have fortified ourselves to what seems adequate; But only in our own perception.
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
Showing Signs of Weakness
I am an easy to approach person; My figure is not immediately repulsive. I tend to attract a sense of eminence when you are around me. I have an impressive charm. Majestic, like the beauty of the Earth. All that you discover… Will hold more grace; Than you could ever measure. Not by minutes, Not by hours, Not by days; or years The Immeasurable magnitude of my richness; that could be apparently Infinite, Is only limited because;well… Its this representation of myself. Something in the way that I sustain my life… Will tend to convey others into antagonizing, my resolutions. I, myself, am not sure, if what they thought I did or was doing, has any justification.. But, what I am sure of… Is that any soul who has suffered; already recognizes that there is a need to endure; whatever pain or struggle,that is. Just like any soul that has suffered, also knows; that all souls, are susceptible to a constant and never changing sentence of fate, leading to our death… What we survive, represents how we have fortified ourselves to what seems adequate; But only in our own perception.
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Stray-Kat
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
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