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I live everyday,
With a book in my hand,
A book of blank pages
Is at my command.
And just how I fill them,
Is all up to me,
The way that I live
Is what others will see.
I write on these pages,
With each breath I take,
Each chapter is written
By choices I make.
And people will read me,
On some future day,
Which will help them to live right,
Or cause them to stray.
From the path of the righteous,
To the sinner's back door,
My life will speak volumes,
Through deeds, and much more.
And all those who read,
Are no different from me,
For the lives that they live,
Is what others will see.
Let's take up the challenge,
And try to do good,
Be respected by others,
And do what we should.
So, when life is over,
And our race has been run,
Those who read us will know,
That in this life, we won.
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