Treasure Island

Erin Grantham


Secrets of Life


It is said that in death, all things become clear. Love is actaully lust of your imagination. Pain isn't hurt, it is what you fear. Fear isn't horror at all, it is a part of your mind that you secretly desire to have yet your destiny doesn't require it. Yes, things become more clear...

Even the real meanings of happiness which is the opposite of fear itself.

Happiness os the gateway from success. The lesson here is to find out the true meanings of life before you die...

As said by the Digital Fortress- 'The ultimate code... It is powerful, dangerous-unbreakable.'

So finds the code before it is too late. The code is what holds the secrets to life, your secrets in life.

Submitted: Monday, May 26, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, December 30, 2008

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