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Life

In some ways, life can also be considered as death.
To live doesn't mean that you are really alive.
Ask yourself a question:
"If I was in my death bed, would I be satisfied with the life that I've lived?"
My answer to that would be a no.
The best has yet to come.
I realize I've been waiting on a miracle that is never going to come.
Happiness lies within, not in him.
Self-control has been my ultimate goal.
But working on it has really taken it's toll.
When I used to look into the mirror, I hated the image looking back at me.
I accepted the hate and moved on.
But now?
It's time for change.
It's time for a brand new me.
Wait and see.
It was a great struggle to love myself, I achieved it.
Now, the real journey begins.
It's time to find myself.
The question is no longer "Why am I even alive?"
It is now, "Who am I really?"
I'm walking down a new path and I'm not turning aroun
d to see the aftermath.
Written by ButterflyOfDeath
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