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The Way Of Lıfe
everyone has things they must
conceal
something they cannot reveal
self control is nothing new
this is what we learn to do
we want to run but try to walk
find a friend with whom to talkk
feel like crying but instead we
smile
meditate on things making life
worthwhile
wanting to go but instead we
stay
guess life's meant to be this
way
simular to the tortious and hare
the winner is sometimes the
slowest one there.
poem
by
Heather Burns
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