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Jan 2011
Ourt blatant disregard for our own lives is what makes us beautiful

We instinctively dislike our surroundings more than others ever will.
And inspite of all this, we see the utmost beauty.
          More than they will ever imagine.
We appreciate the things most people take for granted
For we never know which sunrise will be our last.

We love deeper, laugh louder, cry harder.

Every day I wake up, I am in awe.
Every sunset could bring the end of my days.
              And I've accepted that.

I'm not meant to live forever.
I am temporary.

Any day may be the day I finally cause my heart to stop.
Any day may be the best I've ever had.
Written by
Elizabeth Holt
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   Kate Dempsey
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