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The way I see life is like a blooming and then dying rose. The rose is a beautiful flower, even as the rose is barely starting to grow it is beautiful. Everyone on Earth is like a rose. Time passes and like the rose we grow and grow. But then we reach the highest point of magnificence. After point,both the rose and us slowly start to die. Everything about us just fades away to a pale Gray. We can not control it, for instead of fearing death , we embrace every last color we have till the end. So like the glowing and beautiful, red, rose, grow everyday until that magic point. Then embrace the fate of death , like you would embrace the fate of life.
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