With heavy rain inside a soul, who doth endeavor to make whole, find common good in all things, new, old, scrabble, contradictory, drivel, and the negatives to be ignored. Make of the individual a whole unique, new ideal of for perception of things and adhere to it, no matter any other individual perceptions. Remember root core beliefs, no deviation, follow your own road, make of it what you will, it is yours to fill with scenery and foliage, an individual collage, if you will. You are your strictest judge, after all. Harshest examiner.
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