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Life

Do we still see...even when we don't look? Are we controlled by a higher power...do we write our own book? Is the book of life predetermined...is it all set in stone? Are we the result of evolution...are we really here alone? So many questions...do we rise and ascend? How did it all start...how will it all end? Do we just go on blind faith...or let it eat at us like a cancer? Some already know...but are no longer here to give us the answer. I choose to live each day...like it could be my last. I will separate the good from the bad...and never live in the past. I will respect all life... I'll make my own bed. If danger is brought to my doorstep...I will fight until it is dead. The way that I live my life...is determined by only me. If you don't what I write...then pass me by and leave me be. These questions about life...we must answer on our own. Life is not for anyone to keep...it's merely given to us on loan.

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