through life in ones eye means nothing but to select few
the light crosses dark and purity within its own shines
life is pleasure even in pain when you know there is somewhere you belong
and death is the end when nothing but black is in vision
you choose what to think with your own mind
live life to the end or you will be forgotten
and even then the eventual loss of memory will be gone
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i like the point u get across, i applaude this poem
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