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PotentialI am the seed that never grew; / I am the tree that was never chopped; / I am the lumber that was never made;
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PerspectiveAll throughout life we are faced with a choice. A decision that will effect every aspect of every moment we live in. We can either look at life though with a pesimistic mind, or through optomistic eyes. / A pesimistic person will look at those they could not help and feel sorrow. / They will look at missed chances and feel regret, resenting their past selves.
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