How come your life's only duty, really is to make this your One Art.
This thing that's meant to survive you from the beginning long unto the
finish and all in between's thrill. Does it not just make one total sense to
stop, and oblige it's One thrill? Because I make no bone about it, no quotes
or comments not been Meant. I could catch all mine tomorrow.. and make it all
it's been sent. One star of origin to the end from one beginning in stone,
only for a journey or the completion, of a Life that's all of one's own. Theres
no reason other, really if we're sincere, to really be Alive. Then to touch and to scrape
and to claw, for what's all inside. (And) we ll can really do it, this is the trick of one
life's to sing, we all can really do it, we can better actualize this thing. If
se know that this life, is meant for us just to make our One vital claim. There's
no reason we make this also, and much more congruently and harmoniously
our one total Aim. Who are we really, if we're not people out loud? I don't even
mind being the one / if it lights me up total inside / to do this so all others can be proud
#thisissacrifice #thisisliving #thisismostly, being.
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