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29 May 2017

I’m just one of many souls born within this world looking for that common definition; 
that common definition called a purpose.
As long as the sun continues to pierce through the window blinds and the birds continue to chirp by the window side, as long as I’m able to wake and breathe.
I will continue to look forward and mentally prepare myself for what each day has to bring and try to search this world far and wide until I discover or uncover my purpose and find; 
well that is pretty much ideal place for me. 😊

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