A Third Eye

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In the pain of my past. I stand tall and proud of all the challenges I've overcome/ and yet to have overcome. I look at life as a precious old tree. That needs more loving than doubting. That needs more patients than  timing. That needs more caring and less sharing. That needs more peace than chaos.
In the pain of my past. I paint my life on a big canvas in the sky. I see the universe beyond the human eye, and she is the same as me. We've merged like water and flame. The Universe and me

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