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life 1 min read 432 views Mar 11, 2017

Unpacking

So I have grown weary in my journey, I, a descendant from Far Has traveled long enough Yet To have mentally fallen victim of 'age' As those before me.. I take not my wealth to the grave.. So Here I bury the truth Close Beneath the broken branches that remained from the burning bush. Next to the answer to the question Life riddles us... It read... "The door to Life... Said 'Pull, Not Push'."

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