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Consciousness

“Mister, I know you miss her” She whispered crystals in my ear. “Cancer never stood a chance, sir.” Every word I could barely hear. “Just know you must show that this is your flow, this is your show. Wonder. Outlast. Now Believe. You control how you conceive. Atomic fission fusion blasts eternal creation outlasts greatness growing gorgeous moments:

Conceive. Believe. Wander,

Own it.”

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