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Created on: February 07, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007
We only get one chance, no retries, no repeats.
We are actors in play we haven't rehearsed for.
If at the end you have regrets,
Then you have missed the point.
Life, it's said, is set in concrete,
Our destinies written for us.
But really, life is what we make it.
It's about choices, right or wrong.
It's about love.
It's about being the best person you can.
But most of all, its not about the destination,
But about how you got there.
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