I still feel the pulses. I still have no control over them. They come and go as they please, and I allow them to just be.
I'm wondering: what can I do with them? What good can I make of them?
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The hand of the merciful God always lies on the heads of courageous men and women, those who dare to be different because they believe in their dreams. Paulo Coelho
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