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Ideas are a disease

I have learned to love from a ghost. I have been handed out moments of self reflective perspectives about the absence of life. I want what I once had....peace....pleasure from someone else’s lies about romantic love affairs.

Does life push ideas into our own minds? Does action portray the common ideas among all believers about the biblical description of love?

I am living proof that love exist in the heart of the devil. People tell me their stories of romance as if it’s God’s agenda to give them their purpose in life. Do we find our purpose ......or is it give to us before we are born? My purpose...........do I believe in your story or do I tell you things I never wanted to say. I am the most knowledgeable tear amongst wheat. Will I infect all of you? Will I give you words to save yourself?

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