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blessings looked on as safety! Not all blessings are blessings, not all burdens are burdens for i am blessed with a burden. When you are loved by every one that needs you and you have no love but for yourself the blessings that come are less pain in one's life, the ability to see how much love a person has for you with no blinders on. you see exactly what is there, nothing less and nothing more. The burdens that come are never finding that person that will give you unconditional love, cause you cant stop loving yourself more then others.

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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