In the Kalahari, the bush man as he hunts.
Shoots the antelope with a pine infused a sedative. The antelope runs far off a journey ahead of its stalker, He has escaped his predictor" He thinks but the chemicals now plague his body. It brings him down into a raging sleep.
The bush hunter then comes and apologises to the unconscious prey for the wrong treatment he says he's sorry but needs its flesh to feed it's family.
"Once you get stuck in his trap, the hunter could even play the sweet words game but in the end your flesh is his meal."
You're one in a million, worth a thousand war s. The only one of your kind, a work of art, excellent in comparison with non other, created by the best of the best. You're the only one that thinks the way you think, the only one that feel the way you do; the only one that knows how you feel. A unique personality, do not be deceived you're the only one like you in a million years and the only one who'll be you in a million years to come. The world will never see you the way you are, they all want you to succumb to their ways, they want you to become them. Because, we've all got our different worlds. They'll try to drain you of all of you, all of his artistry in you but know that YOU'RE AN OCEAN. You cannot be finished, they can take all they want but God's your sufficiency and your capacity. You cannot be finished. You're beautiful, you're wise, you're a unique mold. They'll try to redefine you but know who you are. You're his love, th...
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