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Amazing all the human heart can hold, or words express. I write in precise metaphors that
live within my chest. Adjusting all experience, impressive and delirious. We grasp the challenges
and get frustrated or get curious. We're merely just collections of dust that comes from stars.
A supernova's death produce the matter that you are. And what matters is you are, whatever
that you is. That's much more binding than dividing everyone that lives. Inclusiveness
to otherness. The truth is that my brother is the other part of me, his blood flows through
my arteries, pumps through my veins, moves through my heart. We stumble through this puzzle
I find peace in my part. Death is like stars, and dark is like sparks, so write the write
thoughts, ignite the last laws like my grandmother, grandma Todd, or grandpa Stern. I test is
finding how to past on all that we have learned. Each time the Earth is turned, hemisphere
cast in darkness. Sun rose again, we grow without by going in define progress. One step
in is the beginning of the marches. Life's the journey of a thousand steps. We've all
broken down and wept, and triumph raise fist. Secretly embrace the mystery, and chase our
greatest wish, and this is our greatest gift. The chance to bear witness to existence. Life
is like a light to he who lives it, and I'm large!