life

My heart, my backbone, my life;

My sole purpose in life, apart from pleasing and seeking the Almighty's pleasure, is to seek this man's happiness. I have to be frank, everything I do, anything I do, is for this man right here and that lady sat beside him. I may not have done everything right. I may not have pleased them the best way that I should have. I...

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Dec 23, 2013 by
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Star roaming;

I am a part of stars of clouds of the moon up above. Because of you. Your hand in mine, we soar. we fly. Everything is clear, with you, I can fly. Part of the stars of clouds of the moon. I'm yours. ...

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