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There is history written everyday... and each of us on our own is writing our history daily as we speak... what history we know of our past is not the history that we write for ourselves... ours is a history that has begun from our own inception of time... it is our ending as we make a beginning... and what is written by our own lives is a balance of the past and our present come together to color our pages with mystery... adventure... sadness... happiness... moments of regret... endless cacophony of laughter... sounds emanating from times of oneness with ourselves and hours of interaction with those who color our paths with different shades of history... yet all that is created by my days upon this earth may only be best lived to understand... that my history is my own... not what my children choose to live... yet hopefully some visions resemble all that has created me into the being that I am.. but pieces of my history... yet to be passed down on the generations to come... to know the feeling that were shared... the ideals that were ingrained... the process of reality and imagination... my heart and my passion... my dreams of a different day... those that were shared with me by the hearts that remember what once was... this is my history... i write this story everyday... my own story... and you...

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