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Feb 2016
We all have goals in life

                         get rich
                         move out of your birth place
                         travel the world
                         fall in love

But how tragic is it that we die on our death beds, remembering the times when we were happy

Yet in that moment, never appreciating it because we were complaining  about what else we could be doing
y i k e s
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y i k e s  24/F/Everywhere
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   Nicole
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