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Time = Purpose


Time can go by faster than you can blink.

The way the leaves can change overtime from spring to winter. from the warm smell of fresh spring rain,to the early morning fallen snow.

By the time I know I'll be 24. With a family, and a husband, which will be my highschool sweet heart.

My ways will change over time from a child to a young adult with the career I longed for many years.

Time soon will be memories that I won;t be able to tell a difference from reality, and a dream.

Time will be stopped by little rectangles that express so many emotion, and a happy life.

Time stops for no one and it won't wait for you to realize that all you have is one chance at this life, and if you mess up its over only destiny can determain where you go on from here.

Life is so small and so short, so many things to do in a small amount of time.

As each grain of sand falls from the top you think about so many thinks like, what was you purpose here?, why is my life like this?, can it get worse?, will it get better?

We all have time to think, but you determain whether, or not you want to do something about it.

We all have a purpose for being here, but you make the choice, if you want to go, and find it.

Remember time waits for no one! So start the long walk now to find your purpose. 

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