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Life has no restart button, there is no respawn. People come and leave but life goes on. Decisions are made, wrong or right. We follow the path and search for the light. Sometimes we laugh, again we are pained. Memories sustain us but futures are gained. We breathe in, we exhale. We move forward and aim not to fail. The start over button does not exist. Our being is set and we will persist. To the end we wander, where does it lead? Until game over is decreed.
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
the game
Life has no restart button, there is no respawn. People come and leave but life goes on. Decisions are made, wrong or right. We follow the path and search for the light. Sometimes we laugh, again we are pained. Memories sustain us but futures are gained. We breathe in, we exhale. We move forward and aim not to fail. The start over button does not exist. Our being is set and we will persist. To the end we wander, where does it lead? Until game over is decreed.
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
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