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This is your life.

Do me a favor.

Go find a mirror.

 

Look at yourself.

But more importantly,

See yourself.

Find the marks that line your face.

Wrinkles from smiles,

And stress,

And pain,

And laughter.

Find the scars that mark your skin,

And remember how you handled the ones on your heart.

Find the bruises that blacken your body,

And remember how you blackened yourself.

Are you someone you respect?

Are you someone you love?

This is your life,

And you only get one.

Are you who you want to be?

And if you aren’t,

Are you going to do something about it?

 

Break the mirror

The way you can break your habits.

Forget the seven years of bad luck.

Those who follow the rules go nowhere.

Those who take risks don’t look back on “what if.”

 

This is your life.

What will you do with it?

This is your life.

Will you tell the truth?

This is your life,

And you only get one.

This is your life.

You only get one.

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Dec 16, 2012
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