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Memento Vivere Book 1 -- The journeys

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LECTURAS 1,201
Votos 322
Partes 24
Hora 2h 56m

InfinitelyRadiant

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Memento Vivere [Latin phrase]
Meaning: Remember to live 

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She lived in a world where perfection was the motto

So she forgot to live while striving for perfection 

She lived in a world where what people thought of her was more important than what she thought of herself 

So she forgot to live while striving to please people 

She lived in a world where nobody would accept the fact that she was dark skinned and beautiful 

So she forgot to live while striving to achieve the perfect skin tone 

She lived in a world where the injustice done to her was more her fault than the culprit's 

So she forgot to live while striving to prove her innocence 

But at night, when the world was as empty and quiet as her soul, when the only things she could hear were her heartbeat and the howling winds, they would all whisper the same thing to her. 

'Remember to live'...

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Note : Any resemblance to anyone's name or story is purely coincidental. All the stories and characters mentioned inside are fiction.Todos los derechos reservados

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Dear Diary: It's A Secret

Sometimes we have to live, not for the people around us, nor for our loved ones, but for ourselves. Sometimes we have to stand up when we fall, not for others, nor for a show, but for ourselves. Sometimes we have to let it all go, not for an act, nor for people, but for ourselves. Serena Kramer had forgotten. She forgot to live, to stand up when she fell, and to let it all go when the pain was too much to handle. But, her time was here. It was time for her to learn again. Images used to create the cover do not belong to me.