Thank you my friend 
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Would you like to connect on whatsapp with me?. Can atleast talk if either of us is feeling we are about to give up?
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Day 1 
Feeling: Happy that I love to live, happy that I learned to love myself as I am, happy that storms do not change the direction of my boat and happy that the seasons do not change the tree that I am and the fruits that I produce.
Situation: I am marching over the mountains of my limitation, I am hot and I can already touch the sun with my heart, I am already willing to get up after a fall.
Reason: My failures will never measure my worth, I have a story.
Objective: To be a loyal, faithful and true friend.
Personal Confession: I was going to cry over the failure of the night, but the day was born, friends came. I can sing now, I am happy and grateful for every friend who has been involved in this war. Take my soldier hand, its warmth motivates me to rebuild the destroyed walls.
What Pornography robbed me of: It stole my simplicity, the flowers became strange. I need to smell the field again and jump like a child through roses.
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Texted you. I thought you werenât going to replyâ:laughing:
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no, no, not responding to people does not suit me dear. I love people. I love people who love people who understand that loving is one of the most important things in us.
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Again ⊠Let the ark be restored.
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Day 1 
Feeling: My heart is high, it has reached the clear blue sky and its highest point is bathed in the sunlight of the eternal world of worship. The poetâs heart became a prophet.
Situation: I can see the lights, I shudder to hear His lightning. I do not know another song that describes you perfectly: You are the Holy Beloved of my soul.
Reason: My words are inflamed, the smoke from the sanctuary tells me that I will win. The shepherd, the hero, the king and the elder dance inside me. This victory dance moves me.
Objective: Lyric poet increase the notes. Sanctified poetry is present. Eternity has already sealed me with the sublime ropes of victory.
Personal Confession: Present myself at the heavenly courts with pure hands. Pastoral flute touch those waters that cover me, rescue the child who drowns inside me.
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Day 2
Feeling: Happiness entered my heart, an eternal song to my Beloved. The solemnity of this song prevails. My emotions jump in the smoke, I no longer see my fears, I no longer see the puzzles that reach my soul.
Situation: Seeking a new heart, without the evil of false sexuality. Love does not age, eternity screams at me from the embers: Whoever is clean, clean more.
Reason: Whoever redeemed me from the fire in the Egyptian oven will cause the bush to burn and its fragility to become indomitable flames. My heart cries out for deliverance, and I know that this cry flapped its wings and reached beyond the clouds.
Objective: Wear my ornaments in many colors, I shouted at the tombâs door, the answer came above the stars. The tomb was silent, the sky screamed. Reconciliation tore the silence of my afflicted heart.
Personal Confession: Like the sun in the firmament, this will be my body. My spirit is calm, in that stillness dwells the thunder of an irresistible force.
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Day 3
Feeling: Adonai has given me his joy in the midst of chaos, peace in the midst of war. The Trinity walks inside the fire that burns in my soul, someone is outside preparing the procession, but there is no smell of smoke, my heart is alive! Who is this with blood-spattered robes that stop the fire? The eternal portals open, Zion is already singing his song.
Situation: On this third day, fear is on guard at the door of my weaknesses. I freaked out this day for a moment, my nature came out of the mirror and rides alongside a black past, I ran to my Gethsemane, I am safe. Everything will be fine.
Reason: Yes, ask Jeremiah to go down and see how the fingerprints are deep in me, the furnace is on, the wheels do not stop their work, I am under construction.
Objective: Look again at the birds, fly friends, I will accompany you, my wings that have been cut off by pornography and masturbation, are growing again, fly dove, pass the stars, turn around the moon, arrive in Belém and sing in Ephraim, the bells of my freedoms are already ringing for a new melody.
Personal Confession: Selfishness says long prayers, but love says short prayers that can go on in praise. I need to break these glass walls, they are high and reflect a creature that was launched from Eden. I need to enter the smoke that hides me again, the crack that collects me, the hiding place that hides me. Uzziah dies, eat Cherubim my lips already cry out for the flapping of their wings.
Day 4 dias
Feeling: Shortness of breath. The clouds are dark over my head, my enemy is approaching, I am hearing a voice above the darkness, wait! Thereâs armor going down, I see a fire helmet, I see a breastplate that shines, my feet are ready to march to Zion, I see a shield that extinguishes darts and a flaming sword.
Situation: I am on the fourth day, but my eyes are attentive to the movement of the winds. I am building a memorial, there is blood on the walls, there are hidden wounds, there are hidden tears, there are transparent scratches. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, my soul sighs the Babel that was built in me is already being destroyed.
Reason: The Most High is related to the sick and the contrite, to the miserable and wounded. I am no longer an Orphan.
Objective: I will be healed, to be an instrument of healing. There are people trying to beat pornography and masturbation to acquire trophies, I will win to become a doctor. I will pass in Samaria, I will raise the flag of hope and I will be in the hands of the Brave a life-giving arrow.
Personal Confession: This fourth day was a true discipleship, I smiled at my parents, hugged my friends, looked at the sky and from my lips came a new song: I will not stop, Joseph will be a flame, Jacob will be a fire and the inhabitants from the mountain of Edom they will be like straw. Oh, Obadiah raise your voice Ambassador of the nations.
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Wow⊠Happy for you bro⊠Carry On⊠
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Maaaan⊠thanks! You are wonderful 
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Reading your diary sometimes is like reading a poem. Your language is beautiful- you have a beautiful mind. Donât let it be tainted by lust, that is such a waste
And remember you are doing this for yourself first and foremost
But every healthy thing you are doing for yourself you are also doing for the ones you love. Think about how much you hurt your friends and family when youâre energyless and bitter because of pmo; or on the other side how much you can do and how your good mood will effect others positively when you are at peace with yourself and donât chase pmo
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Thank you for your words my brother, how important they are to me. And much more than your words, you. yes, you are important to me. Thank you Anthe for being an inspiration to us all.
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Where are you brother?
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You will see that your son does not escape the fight, the beloved country Brazil! Great was the fall, but Iâm still alive! Starting again hurts, but it is necessary!
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I am going to the supermarket now to work, and when I get tired of work I will remember your words and I will fight not to fall. Iâll be fine and I want to see you well too. A hug my brother Adidas. 
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How are you doing Marcio?
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