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recently the cosmic cloud of fear that engulfs our living blue sphere has been relentlessly assaulting many of our psyche.


"its heavy... huh?" Ruben whispered to himself.


Hold Strong The Young Love, dipped in terrestrial silence, TRUTH


the spacial specter witch holds our breaths against us in a thin grasping clutch grows old and frail from force feeding negative meditations sick from digesting ones own poison.


now is the time to weigh


now is the time to strike?


now is the time to love?


Can We Begin To Love The Hate Which We Hold So Dear?


"its heavy...huh?" Ruben whispered to himself.

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