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I have to remain focused. So focused, I have fucking tunnel vision. I have to remain calm. When the winds blow around me when they create turmoil accompanied with thunderous rolls, earthquakes and aftershocks, I have to remain still. So still, I turn into a yogi. I have to have patience. When worlds collide and stress endures, I will be graciously uplifted from only the wonderful magnificence of the Lord. Because I am hoping, and praying and wishing…that with this mantra, this endurance-I will continue on.

I will continue on.


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