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Life is like a dream,
yet so real it may seem.
Our bodies are just a place,
for our souls to fit a face.
Life is what we live,
so many opportunities it can give.
We are all not the same,
even if we had the same name.
Our hearts like mirrors,
they are hard to keep clear.
The cracks represent our fears;
The smudges and stains,
that still remain,
symbolize our flaws.
It tells us our hearts are impure.
The glossy glows,
are the happiness that shows,
yet if you look closer
there are strikes of pain,
but those emotions,
are blurred by the rain.
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People are busy on the outside,
yet lonely in the inside.
Life’s roads linger and wind;
there are too many answers to find.
So many mysteries still left unfound,
even after the toll of death’s sound.
Days fly by so fast,
soon they turn into the past.
Some people strive to go back,
until they realize they’re wack!
They can never go back!
For one cannot turn back the hands of time,
yet seconds will pass at a flip of a dime.
So treasure every moment of your life.
Don’t slice it away,
with a strike of a knife.
Life is about finding yourself,
and who you really are,
for the future is awaiting.
It’s not really that far.
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