IN LIFE,
WE ARE ALL TRAVELLERS,
ITS NOTHING THAT WE CHOOSE...
WHLIE GOING ON,
WE MAKE CHOICES,
WHILE DESTINY TAKES US...
WE LEAD THE WAY UNTIL OUR FINAL ABODE...
Then come people,when you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of their very heart.We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you.
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