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passion for the love with in



There was a man who began to teach & as he would speak no one came to listen to him preach. He prayed & cry do you know why? he said he would teach & reach the future of man! The next day maye I never can reach another. Then a man dark & dim said these words to him, "there was a man who began to teach meekhe was his passion for learning was his only love the meek man perceved to be the week man with our nation at hand your ground you must stand." oh one question this is of presention hw do you know? The man replyed the mee man was once "I" & no my love I drink away &  I say to you never let your passion be threw the world can be changed because of you. And tere was a mna who began to teach many come to listen to him speak to leave your love with in & t it die is  terrable sin.      

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DamianContizano
<p>This is frustraiting.&nbsp;&nbsp; " And<u> there </u>was&nbsp;<u>a</u> <u>man</u> who b egan to teach many came to listen to him speak tpo leave your love with in &amp;<u> let it die is </u>a terrable sin. oh &amp; the space between meek &amp; he. It wouldnt let me fix it.</p>
DamianContizano
<p>I hope I can bring light to the importance of those who bring us the gift of knowledge &amp; the struggles that we can overcome&nbsp;to achieve our seen to be almost unattaiable. I will acheive thease goals.&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>

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