Long awaited
You are born, blank.
Sure, there's a heart:
But where are the memories?
You are a book,
Writing your own story
From the day you are born.
Each page
Is a treasure.
A precious memory.
And missing only one:
You can ruin the whole thing.
It's a lot like life, isn't it?
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the simple things in life
make it worth living