The True Warrior Isn't Immune

You Make Me Feel Like I Have Wings When You Touch Me.

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If You Want To Find The Trail, If You Want To Find Yourself, You Must Explore Your Dreams Alone. You Must Grow At A Slow Pace In A Dark Cocoon Of Loneliness So You Can Fly Like Wind, Like Wings, When You Awaken.

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The Most Beautiful People Are The Ones That Don't Look Like One Race Or Even One Sex.