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Tragedy


Tragedies; they happen and there is nothing anyone else can do about them. They are a fact of life; weights on a scale balancing the sweet with the unimaginably bitter and the good with the painfully bad. And though it be true that we live for those moments that "take our breaths away" I am just as windless at breath, clutching my sides with gasps and racking coughs, And as easily winded at genocide and poverty as I am at the vast serenity of the ocean and at new life, and golden dreams. My goal in life is to remember that no matter how gentle the steadiest waves, I am also promised destruction and no matter how calm the seas, the torrent will come, a wave will bear down without mercy, and will bring the promised tragedy.
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