There was a burden on his eyes,
A worn look expressing something you wore deep inside.
The task at hand is to be a healer,
Not to cave into the world’s thirst for blood.
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I am a writer thoughtfully exploring the depths of being valued and loved. I am passionate about learning what others have implemented in their lives to become efficient, healthier, and intentional. I've been playing the guitar for over 20 years, always refining the musical gifts I have.
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