There comes a time in a persons life when the light grows brighter and things seem different. Paths seem to take direction. And you know what the right thing to do is. And you tingle because you actually get it, life actually seems defined. It seems like a rainbow in a world of flying color. The choice is yours to make and you yurn to take advantage and run with it. Thus is life. There comes a time when your on the bottom looking up and you envision the view of the top looking down. And then there comes a time when that view is yours. And thats the time you learn to live again.Birth sign: Not entered
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