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Let them have it; it's theirs

 Beauty goes out of the world and it's only the beating of flesh that fills the air. It's only the moaning of some whore made good by the bank balance of a richer man. Let them bang on at it. Let the flesh smells rot the air. As for this withering part of the tree, As for me:  I will enjoy the last rays of the sun.  People are such a disappointment.
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Centered

When you wake up feeling like a loser, say these words:

We do not despair here. 

We do not worry.

We do not entertain self-consuming fear. 

Rather. When we wake up, we hold the center. 

38, or 50,  or 60, it does not matter. 

We are going to be strong and diligent. 

We will accept nothing less than our true value. 

Self-respect. Honor. Integrity.

FOREVER



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