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Taking control of life that is meant to be mine a life full of happiness and joy but caught in the middle of a raging war. Years of fighting has taken its toll as I sit and watch my life fight with every tool and nail, a glimmer of hope surfaces a little bundle of joy kicking and screaming ready to take its place. For too many years, I watched as life tossed me here and there, up and down. It is all a game, I told myself one minute I would seem to be a winner, and the next finish as the runner-up. But a life without a reason now has a meaning a battle without a plan now has a purpose, to live and fight another day.
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
Fight
Taking control of life that is meant to be mine a life full of happiness and joy but caught in the middle of a raging war. Years of fighting has taken its toll as I sit and watch my life fight with every tool and nail, a glimmer of hope surfaces a little bundle of joy kicking and screaming ready to take its place. For too many years, I watched as life tossed me here and there, up and down. It is all a game, I told myself one minute I would seem to be a winner, and the next finish as the runner-up. But a life without a reason now has a meaning a battle without a plan now has a purpose, to live and fight another day.
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
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