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May 2012
We decide to believe
in the truth or the lie;
to insure our success,
or resolve to not try.

We become who we want,
and starve who we've been;
by deflating the conscience
of thoughts, all-too grim.

The past can escape us,
but from it, we can't flee;
the way to be happy
is to decide to be free.
Julia Low
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