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Oh how I tire of the games that are played. The useless lies veiling truth. In shrouds of weakness. How the fear overcomes reason. Foolish as they can be. We allow their fantasy to remain. Standing our ground. Holding strong to what we know. Waiting with patience and persistence. As we always have since the beginning. Maybe once they open the blind eyes. To the reality presented before them. They'll see how to mature and evolve. Into a superior being. Only then will they learn true happiness.
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Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
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Oh how I tire of the games that are played. The useless lies veiling truth. In shrouds of weakness. How the fear overcomes reason. Foolish as they can be. We allow their fantasy to remain. Standing our ground. Holding strong to what we know. Waiting with patience and persistence. As we always have since the beginning. Maybe once they open the blind eyes. To the reality presented before them. They'll see how to mature and evolve. Into a superior being. Only then will they learn true happiness.
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Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
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