Life, by George Chow
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Life touch me.
Repeating the odyssey of historical conflicks.
Between mother nature's curse and holy father's laws.
We are destinated to meet Jesus Christ.
To know the truth.
Life is a lie without "f"ind.
Once you find them the will to learn and live.
Life will molds you to extreme teaching.
And peace can be find in a home room place.
Left you with your bittersweet world and your pride toys. |
Posted: 2013-02-15 06:03:24 UTC |
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