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“Make A Name (The Sonnet) Make a name to give hope, Not to have control over people. Make a name to lift another, Not to look down on the people. Be a symbol that burns bright, Even when you are not around. Selfish self is septic self, Be an epitome of sacrifice unbound. Only fools dream of ruling the world, Sapiens dream of self-annihilation. I dream, breathe and live as servant, Servanthood brings sanctification. Fall without fail at the feet of the forgotten. Lend a hand to lift a heart, together we are beacon.”

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Ingan Impossible: Handbook of Hatebusting

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