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Life goes on


To say tthe least I too was in bad peace

Dusting and sweeping while thinking miracles are for dreamers as I watched the clock strike from different day 

But as I read a book and actually let the words speak into my ears I found that 

Dust if you must and sweep as you please but

With rivers to swim and

mountains to climb,

music to hear and books to read,

friends to cherish and life to lead,

its waiting for you as you breathe.

And for miracles,

We live on a blue planet that circles around a ball of fire next to a moon that moves the sea. How could you not believe in miracles? 

I ran out that dark place because I don't want to be defined by the worst thing that ever happened to me and niether shall you.

Open your eyes along with your heart and you'll fly to great sparks.

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