we paint it red, we paint it pink, blue, green, yellow and sometimes black - life is just a random outburst of unimaginative and imaginative color, nonetheless every stroke is indeed a creative one no matter how tragic, revengeful of festive each palette is.. we need not really live to accomplish great things because it is in small little things we live and live still after dying. that's why i live.. and i live to experience, to hope, to love and to die :)
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