Us, by eleanor maslen
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the mistakes we make do not define us, nor destroy us. They
give us the chance to make changes we before wouldn’t have
thought necessary.
the people we meet do not control our lives they add to its
path, brining new adventures and feelings.
the pain we feel does not end us, it makes us remember the
good times we spent.
Death does not finish us, unless we let it.
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| Posted: 2011-09-05 09:39:45 UTC |
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| 2011-09-09 23:09:05 | lance |
| nice poem,,,,,,,,,,,,im online now silly and yr mobile u havent replied |