You are an end product of time. And time will always take its toll. Never regret the price you pay to become who you are.
I have more faith in you than a mountain of mustard seeds.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
I really like this one. It's something that people need to hear more often. Thank you for writing it.
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