Life begins beautifully and fragically as does death. Life begins with love or no remorse. The love brings life into this world as it does to death. Life is to be celebrated as to ones first birthday. Life is to be cherished as if it was your child. When life flurished at its first breath, we weep with happiness. Some times with guilt and anger life is taken, torn from our reach. Taken away from the tree, apple bitten into by the deseise infested pests. Life is christmas day, suprises at each opening. Bows on everything ready to be ripped away, to be disapointed and pleased. We dont always get what we want. Life is tragic and painful but beautiful and full filling. Life is strange, nasty, painful or just plain emotional.
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