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Life


Life is a gift, a gift whose value we know not until we have it not Life is a precious stone undiscovered Its that little gift that we take for granted Its that breathe we breath everyday like its normal Its waking up each morning like you did yesterday Eating walking talking like its the norm of the day Life is that thing that we have each day life, life is life And it's sweet Sometimes bitter, others sour but always good Sometimes we wish we'd have it forever, others we want it to end now But we hope it never does Sometimes it frustrates us Others it rejuvenates our lost hope As the clock Never stops Never fully satisfies That's life Mould it or take it as it comes.
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