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Ongoing, First published Jun 18, 2013
Happines
Have you stopped and think about what can change in a matter of minutes? Have you thought about your life, and whats around you? Have you listened to the wind blow, have you watched the rain fall, did you get to feel the warmth of the sun on your face, did u taste the air, and felt the earth under ur skin, did u just for a minute apreciate something that doenst have to do with you, did u know that somethings happend because there supposed to happen. 

Life is a mistery you can plan all you want but at the end you dont know whats really gonna happen.
 
But how about if you could change that, if there was someway, somehow that u could know what would become of you, if you could know what was gonna happen in 3 min. If u knew where u where gonna be in 5 years, what would really happen if u knew when and how u where gonna die, if u existed without being alive, if u never felt the wind on your skin or earth under your feet, seen the sky with your eyes ,or heard the rain in the sky, what if u were there without being there. Being alive without feeling life, now thats a story to tell...
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