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None of our days have a price.. they are as priceless as they are for us and us alone. And if they are not valuable, that's up to us . Days can be illusions that are just passing by. Many days are those we don't even remember, although some of them can carve deep within ourselves. Our days don't have a price. Our days are  what we make of them. Sometimes they get swallowed through a pool of blood and other times they swim freely in a pool of hope. Ensure you make your days your own and don't let them be taken, as they are yours and just for you.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
Can't buy my days
None of our days have a price.. they are as priceless as they are for us and us alone. And if they are not valuable, that's up to us . Days can be illusions that are just passing by. Many days are those we don't even remember, although some of them can carve deep within ourselves. Our days don't have a price. Our days are  what we make of them. Sometimes they get swallowed through a pool of blood and other times they swim freely in a pool of hope. Ensure you make your days your own and don't let them be taken, as they are yours and just for you.
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
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