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Patience


I have often been told that patience is a virtue.

And that's great and all but, what's the point of patience

when there exsist something such as instant gratification,

 

When there are moments that fill you with oceans of emotion 

And leave you lost in the motions of life?

 

I mean sure--virtue is nice, but what the point of life

if you're only living to survive and not to be alive?

 

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