We all, As human beings, Choose our ways in our life Willingly or unwillingly Due to our circumstances Which encircle us In the shape of straight lines, Zigzag lines, Circles, Squares, or Any other known or Unknown shapes anytime... Every shape we take indicates to Our situation fully... When we take a straight line, It means we're heading towards a long Trip in our life and so on... Everyone of us picks one's way Just to start or To lead a certain life... Life's ways are sometimes stop signs, Yield stops, Crossroads, or Any other way, but They depend... It is between our choice and Our circumstances' power... _____________________________________________________________________
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