the art of survival is mastering
the art of believing you can and
you will survive the devil's lie
The Immortal Wize
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Its In You
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mlowe5 says: ONE! Indeed, where truth is the belief of self is, and the devil's lie is truthfully a damn lie! Great share, Poet Wize Peace and Love. |
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