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The Circle of Life


Birth We start smaller than a seed We grow more and more with each passing millisecond We outgrow our clothes, habits, and even friends We get taller, wider, and smarter But we eventually we stop We may stop growing taller, but never older or wiser Our hair turns grey Our face wrinkles Our skin begins to sag We realize we are approaching the end The end we thought we could forever avoid The end that causes grief to our loved ones The end no one can escape DEATH
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