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Destiny


Who is that still figure illustrating my mirrored image? Is not from the moment were born that ignites the art of curiosity, and the strive to achieve. Yet the ability to triumph over is in the grasp of every human willing to release and unlock the inner being within. Tell me not, if one is casts into the darkness of this hatred world and all bitterness has clouded the path to virtue. Has no one thrived, to whom who the world would be acknowledged by the inhabitants of misery; and at most no knowledge of inspiration? Do tell me is it not the illuminating figure staring back into the beholder’s eyes; is not the utmost key that opens the blind man’s eyes to see his true passion of the inner being within?
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