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If life was a book it’s pages would be filled with story’s of heroism and heartaches, sorts of falling in and out of love and not to mentions thousands of days well lived. The ending always a simple they died. All story’s come to a close, but if death is the inevitable end of all stories, I want mine to end with a simple she lived, she simply ceased to live on the physical side of life. When life is spent, and day has set I shall be buried deep below the earth. That will be my life well lived.

Pessimism like shackles bind us to the cruelty of ones harsh reality.
Just as the optimism turns a blind eye to mutiny of society to where the grass is greener.
But only a realist can see the true change in the winds of time in due course to join the movement and move on.
– Myself

If life was a book it’s pages would be filled with story’s of heroism and heartaches, sorts of falling in and out of love and not to mentions thousands of days well lived. The ending always a simple they died. All story’s come to a close, but if death is the inevitable end of all stories, I want mine to end with a simple she lived, she simply ceased to live on the physical side of life. When life is spent, and day has set I shall be buried deep below the earth. That will be my life well lived.

Pessimism like shackles bind us to the cruelty of ones harsh reality.
Just as the optimism turns a blind eye to mutiny of society to where the grass is greener.
But only a realist can see the true change in the winds of time in due course to join the movement and move on.
– Myself
"Pessimism like shackles bind us to the cruelty of ones harsh reality.
Just as the optimism turns a blind eye to mutiny of society to where the grass is greener.
But only a realist can see the true change in the winds of time in due course to join the movement and move on."

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