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Living? (Other) by Revekka
This is your life. How do you feel? Do you like what you see? Does it seem real? Are you happy with the choices you've made? Do you wish you had gone? Do you wish you had stayed? Do you look back and smile? Do you look back at all? Did you answer when you heard that call? Do you like to sit down and reminisce, About a certain love, a special kiss? Or do you try to forget what's in the past? Is it worth remembering? Did it happen too fast? Are you proud of the things you've done, The way things are, who you've become? Have you made a difference, have you taken a stand? Or do you worry about the hourglass and its sand? This is your life. Right now, right here. Is it what you hoped for? Or what you had feared? Have you found meaning? Or simply a mess? Did you strive for more? Or settle for less? It's not too late, life didn't pass you by. Ask who, what, when, where, and wonder why. You can get involved, you can change and grow. You can add meaning to things, you already know. Look forward to what lies ahead. Forget what's past. Forget what's said. If you could freeze each moment, would you thaw them out? Would you want to re-live what they're all about? Don't live moment to moment, or day by day. Find a direction. Pave your own way. Does it seem real? The sorrow, the strife. Take a good look. This is your life.

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