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Oct 2018
I've been thinking about what it is to die.
And what it is to live.

We inevitably experience both.

Life is like a gift.
You may love, you may hate.
Some unfortunately return it.
You might waste it and throw it away unused.
You may be thankful, grateful for it.

It's all about what you do with it.

We are all marked with an expiry date
One we won't know until it's too late.

So take this gift and thank the giver.
That life is as good a reason to live for.
Clodagh O'Sullivan
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Clodagh O'Sullivan
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