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Feb 2015
Not a single moment,
not an ounce of breathe,
not even a speck of my mind,
am I not trying to live!

With every molecule within,
and the fiber of my being,
with last of my voice,
I shall move forward.

Living in a moment,
not a care in the world,
all I can do is smile,
as life present itself with an opportunities.

What are we in this mondane world of moments upon moments without living in the very present,
but experiences that last us for eternality.
As I vulonteered to help out in South Carolina market,
enjoying warmer climate,
While trying to make my mark in another location!
Dawn of Lighten
Written by
Dawn of Lighten  39/M/Highland of stars
(39/M/Highland of stars)   
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   Weasel, Miss Havisham and Timothy
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