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Habeas Corpus


Who am I but a lousy soul waiting to be found. I wonder around loosing life with each step. No thought of  life beyond my current  just a endless road that spirals to no end.  Yet no thought of only living once . For I live as long as I wish to be. No fear of death only hope that when my time comes it  in a peaceful state. Joy exudes my every breath. For my mission in life is to make me and those that I cherish in my life and choose to give my presences happy beyond their knowledge.  Joy runs my life.As they smiles bigger and brighter then the hottest day. Laughter at the core and base of it all. When I leave I know I will be loved. I know I will leave somethin great, beautiful, joyful and full of life something that pumps harder and brings light to your darkness and lifts you higher on your brightest day. My happiness comes at a price yours free. Requirements none.
 
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