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More than deed, I am a man of my words, if I am ever known, I would it were for them.

Words, I’ll take mine written not spoken.

What is committed to the mind, is subject to to be refined, for memories change with each recollection.

Do not buy into someone else’s twisted view of you. You are worth “it”, and then some.

Do not judge us by the company we keep, for the company we keep, keeps judging us.

The only things we ever truly create, are our children, so how can we not treasure them?

The fruit of our loins, the seeds, of new souls.

Strive to be yourself, more than you strive to be unique.

The bond that binds, is the emptiness between, it can’t be touched, or seen, yet for all these things, the bond, is real.

Nothing is never as simple as it seems, indeed nothing is a fabrication, there is always something, and nothing isn’t part of anything.