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My sister needed me to write her assignment. I'm taking my chance that hopefully her teacher won't
As we come and go we meet new faces, and to each our own voices shall exist. To touch one's life is nothing out of the ordinary, yet why does it not seem so?
Joyful laughter and sorrowful tears, we live our life through many of these expressions. What does it mean to live?
The comfort of another, the companionship, and the wondrful words. The pain, the suffering, and the betrayal of one.
With our words we speak. But our actions speak all. To help one and to hurt another. The results are always different but our hearts will remain true.
In life we speak a lot. And we think too much. But why does it seem different, weird, uncanny, even bizzarre at some point for our words to another to mean so much? What ARE words?
We reflect on this and we think again. Nothing truly matters but to live life by leaving our marks on another. To be remembered.
As we come and go we meet new faces, and to each our own voices shall exist. To touch one's life is nothing out of the ordinary, yet why does it not seem so?
Joyful laughter and sorrowful tears, we live our life through many of these expressions. What does it mean to live?
The comfort of another, the companionship, and the wondrful words. The pain, the suffering, and the betrayal of one.
With our words we speak. But our actions speak all. To help one and to hurt another. The results are always different but our hearts will remain true.
In life we speak a lot. And we think too much. But why does it seem different, weird, uncanny, even bizzarre at some point for our words to another to mean so much? What ARE words?
We reflect on this and we think again. Nothing truly matters but to live life by leaving our marks on another. To be remembered.