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The Path To Profits: An Entrepreneur's Guide To Having It All... And Still Having A Life!

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“There is too much killing, Crime, corruption, hating, raping, stabbing, disrespect. Lot of bad things are happening these days , because of ENTITLEMENT. Lot of people think someone owes them something and that they are entitled to say and do whatever they want to do. To save this world, choose to take accountability and responsibility for your actions . Don’t just do how you feel, but do what is right , without harming and putting others lives in danger or breaking the law.”

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“Jenn-a Jenn-a Tal-ya!’ you’re a p*ssy! I walked in and she was dying! Her face blue, and her skin cold, her eyes wide open, saying help me, she was on the bed ass naked, saying he got me, with a knife in it. She was followed by someone for saying what she said or something that she did, it caught up with her, yet she’ll make it like she always does. Her note was left on the other window on the other side, saying- I want it all to stop, I never wanted to do anything to anyone. Along with these lyrics that she copied off her cell phone, which she looked up: ‘But I'm on the outside… I'm looking in, I can see through you, see your true colors. Because inside you're ugly; you're ugly like me. I can see through you, see to the real you. ‘And it's- you that I will never feel or have,’ and that was all spelled wrong even though she copied it all.”

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Book:Nevaeh They Call Out
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“Dutiful How did I get so dutiful? Was I always that way? Going around as a child with a small broom and dustpan, sweeping up dirt I didn't make, or out into the yard with a stunted rake,, weeding the gardens of others -the dirt blew back, the weeds flourished, despite my efforts- and all the while with a frown of disapproval for other people's fecklessness, and my own slavery. I didn't perform these duties willingly. I wanted to be on the river, or dancing, but something had me by the back of the neck. That's me too, years later, a purple-eyed wreck, because whatever had to be finished wasn't, and I stayed late, grumpy as a snake, on too much coffee, and further on still, those groups composed of mutterings and scoldings, and the set-piece exhortation: somebody ought to do something! That was my hand shooting up. But I've resigned. I've ditched the grip of my echo. I've decided to wear sunglasses, and a necklace adorned with the gold word NO, and eat flowers I didn't grow. Still, why do I feel so responsible for the wailing from shattered houses, for birth defects and unjust wars, and the soft, unbearable sadness filtering down from distant stars?”

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Book:The Door
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