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The Stoic
All of this… All of this; is in my mind,All the searing, all the scaring,All the trucing all the waring;& in breaking, I am taking,All the joy, that’s left behind,All of this, is in my mind… Mindless chatters, heals yet shatters,Worrying over endless matters,Now it batters each bone, it shudderspillars, Never knew I confined,Yet all
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Letter 2
Dear Friend, Today is always a time for being thankful, to you… and to everybody whom I meet, I am learning to become someone other than who I am, I am learning that people are inherently good, I am being reassured of that; so good in fact that sometimes I get lost into that goodness
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Letter 1
Dear Friend, I write this so as not to live my life knowing that I have only done what I do not love; not writing to you… So as not to spend my days being other than what I ought to be… I have always wandered? what do people like you do in their spare
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