” If by count age is measured, life is but one.
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While a soul may grow old, the spirit always dies young.
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It isn’t love or hate that fills a tortured soul, but a tornado made up of lies and repressed guilt.∼
Better to lose my mind, then lose my ingenuity.
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Its never so much about what you live for, but what you die for. “
– Laila Leone