The thought

To his was his and never did he unfold what was , from one end one and to the other the other , to what was his remained what was never a negative or untruth thought , what was his was never on a negative platform it was not , the best of it was all for his

- there is war among those you love and those you hate , let me tell you you all this and this to fate
- there is one then there is two three and four , there is up or down or side to side even good bad right or wrong something I have took from war is there's always loosening in numbers ,not just in people I mean the numbers of life , so tiny can start a war so little can end but in the midst, you see all feel as their friend so u stand bye to support what you see as the end , every side the same so much so you remember what's their name? With no end from neather what he has for both should stand with all , war shows and brings you to ur last hope to the point you ask for the impossible just to see another make it possible. War will break you if every thought and energy you have to stand up. And sometimes the war is between everything you would be there for and it drains you it starts to become his war his mind gets worse day bye day and all he wants is to see what's his stand as they have showing his gratitude bye learning of itself . What do u do when you need the help of all when all are one
.......why he is diffrent because still one are all help what would b there next to you if you were to take that fall
Law O KNwe WsD LifE

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