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Jan 2018
this road i walk in,
is infinite,
never ending,
and continuous.
there is no speed limit,
no lines,
no signs.
this road i am walking in,
is called
L I F E

sometimes,
as I walk on this road,
i get exhausted,
mentally,
physically,
and emotionally.
For a moment, I am burned by the scorching sun,
frozen into an ice block the next,
and heaved down on my knees by the pouring rain.
But,
I know that I must not stop,
I must not stop walking,
I must not stop moving forward.
No matter how hard it is,
or how hard it gets,
I mustΒ Β P E R S E V E R E,
because life is not life,
If you stop moving forward.
Happybunch
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