Listen to everyone. We all have a story. We all hold a piece to the puzzle that unlocks the vault of glory. We all have a dream, a wisdom to behold. We all have a plan, we all want to be heard.
Everyone stumbles, everyone lies. Everyone hurts, everyone cries. Everyone judges what they do not know. Everyone wants what they fail to sow.
But tucked up in a mountain hidden far away, out of sight, out of mind, in a jar of clay. There’s a map to a treasure hidden in our souls. Those who seek alas find the love they can’t show.
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