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Describe Your Life

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KelaLewis-Morin

Published: Jun 3, 2012

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Describe Your Life.

Awake
Arise,
And appear.

From your pre-destined slumber.
Life's lottery has selected your number.

Live,
Laugh
And love.

Your way through this world.
These feelings can't be bought nor sold.

Struggle,
Stress
And survive.

Through the hardships and pain.
These feelings have proven impossible to tame.

Deteriorate,
Disintegrate
And die.

Every story must have an end.
Life is one process which is impossible to extend.

There are countless words to describe your life.

Living is something you cannot experience twice.

Make mistakes, learn from them and prosper.

We are all apart of an ever changing roster.

Enjoy the time that we have here.

Take no notice of the conclusion that draws near.

Death will be heard by the tolerant ear.

Kela lewis-morin

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Another piece i've written recently. I really wanted to go with the theme of describing words the fact the english language has so many words with similar meaning both astounds and confuses me lol anyway hope you like it not to sure about the last line it kind of makes it sound deathly lol let me know what you think

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TawneyK

Jun 13, 2012

I like "Awake
Arise,
And appear"
the most because it sounds so original and...true.
Live, laugh, and love is kinda heard on a regular basis so I might change that up a bit if I were you.
Nope I found the last line totally okay.

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