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It's those that survive the greatest odds that live to see the brightest corners of the following days in order to tell people like me their story.

And it's repetition, repetition, repetition which has enabled them to reach that place.

But for me, today, life is beautiful. And there are plenty of reasons for this, even if we, even if I can't see them a lot of the time.

For what are these eyes of mine anyway??? A lot of the time they just deceive me.


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