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I Have A Woman Who Teaches Me What Love Is Every Day. Maybe That Sentiment Is Possible To Fake, But For Me It's Really True.

Believing Is Seeing And Seeing Is Believing.

My Wife Keeps On Telling Me My Worst Fault Is That I Keep Things To Myself And Appear Relaxed. But I Am Really In A Room In My Own Head And Not Hearing A Thing Anyone Is Saying.

The Prejudice Surrounding Aids Exacts A Social Death Which Precedes The Actual Physical One.

If I Have No Connection With The Character, Then It's All Fake - It's Just Blah, Blah, Blah.