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Our World of Mistranslation....

The world we live in,only translates death without love....there is no life, just slow deterioration,as we face death's dark realization.... Even as we move forward in the light of day we trudge grudgingly into the dark unknown, from birth to death,only what happens in-between which are the building blocks of self, is all that matters...and what we learn, allow the light of love be what's learnt a powerful force,which guides in the darkness... We live in the light,yet remain in the dark, sad but true verity of existence... while in the dark,allow love to brighten the way, the breath of life...is love,while the breath of our today is death..... .......no fear.....

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