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Life Stories


Time is an incomplete book, our paths become the pages. Decisions are the chapters that are destined from our lives. Creativity is in the vivid words, that are better left unspoken. Life is more than an untold story, as the aspect of time is conserved. From the youths of this generation, to the elders that berate them. From that shy kid in the back, to the inconsiderate jerks. From the ambitious workaholics, to the carefree procrastinators. From the sheltered, freedom seekers, to the rebellious adolescences. Our books are never completed, as our chapters breed its pages. The decisions we tend to make challenges our views on life. Creativity is never limited, as long as it speaks our mind. Life exceeds from a story as we value our wasted time. From the evolution believers, to the religious preachers. From the voices of the outgoing, to the hearts of the voiceless. From the rich getting richer, to those barely surviving. From the adventure seekers, to those confined at home. Time fills up our books, as our pages never stop. Decisions are what makes us, simplistic, individual lives. Our creativity remains sharp, as we continue to speak about our lively stories, which helps pass our time. From the families of victims, to the suspects of those crimes. From our sweet loved ones, to the jealous ex-partners. From the ears of the deaf, to the eyes of the blind. From the spirits of the dead, to all of us who are alive. Even when our time is up, our pages will last forever. Chapters stained with decisions, telling stories of our lives. Creativity is in our souls, even when we cannot speak. We all allow our life stories, to carry on throughout time. From prostitutes in the streets, to the police who tracks them. From the peaceful dreamers, to the pragmatic realists. From our sweet, caring family, to our honest, loyal friends. From the individuals out there, to the world as a whole . The entire world is a novel as our pages are forever turning. Chapters flowing like a river, and pages blissful as the wind. Don’t challenge your creativity, allow it to speak your mind. Look back on your life stories, and embrace the value of time.
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