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THE CHOICE


Miracles appear disguised and unprepared. We lift our heads toward the sky, when things don't go right. We fall short and fall to our knees. Luck is a random draw. Our biggest win means we did not give up Resulting down under six feet . Our mission is our intent. Failure is part of life. The eyes like open doors. No curtain to pull to hide Nowhere to sit and cry, without being criticized. We are never free until we learn, problems were created to have a solution. Just like every math equation has an answer. Life has a purpose of confusion We were put here on one planet Together we are united. Never to be taken for granted My life depends on all living things. Why battle against what makes perfect sense? Addiction to long term discrimination. Everyone puts up their defense. Some taught from the time we are born. Pure selfishness and greed This can never allow anyone to succeed. Consideration and empathy are vital This allows everyone to breathe Our body is our temple, some have never been inside. Refusal to search deep within. Its endless knowledge, so we are deprived No one to blame Life has choices to make Choose to lose, or chose to gain.
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