I see it and in all of its magnificent glory. The king sits as his children tell the story. The temperature is just right and the light is not to bright. A sunsets feel for a story told only in imaginations circle I am concluded to this... an unearthing an uprooting because of the thoughts Ive had the nights when I was sad and the joy in doing bad led me here... wanting to die and rise and play freeze tag when the heavens stuck and touched on a place nothing like rough this life is so buff with the strength enough to tell and make a story unheard of...this is my rebirth. My reformation a completion of my contemplation and now I am ready to be faced with a new day each with a new face focused with the eyes of a man set on heaven. This rebirth is only something that has made me better. My reformation. #ventdotcom.com
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