There is that distance That starts from our birth Into our death in which We live all our deeds, Good or bad, Happy or unhappy, Lovely or unlovely, and Willingly or unwillingly... It is that straight line that Starts to be such-and-such and It ends to be or to be not, but It depends on everyone of us... Life is not absurd to be lived, but It is more than this.. ______________________________________________________
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