Reach
You were made for beautiful things.
You were made to touch the stars.
You were made to dream of blue oceans
or what it's like to touch Mars.
To never see the air,
but to always know it's there.
to live a thousand nights
and dance a thousand songs
to taste a thousand sunrises
and in each dying moment, a lesson learned.
A page is turned,
there's no regret
and there's always tomorrow,
and the butterflies carry away
each blue drop of sorrow.
Love your life.
breathe it in
cherish your world
There's always a new beginning
When you reach the end.
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