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What is a story for each of us? That is a question we all ask ourselves. We are both shaped
by our choices and external factors. Both chosen and those beyond our control.
What is your story? You decide.
I found a message in a bottle by the sea.
Reaching for it, I was swept by a realization.
That even if I can read the message, how will I answer?
Something has infested my soul.
Full of hate and anger.
As the rage of the flames continue to burn my soul,
my tears streaming down my face help soothe it.
Washing the ashes away.
The dishwater, one of the most convenient appliances in the kitchen.
Instead of washing each dirty plates manually, you can load it up in the machine
for it to be washed by batch.
Not only do you save time, but is is also efficient.
I went to a motel one day,
said there was a vacant room for me.
I entered, only to find out that it wasn't.
Thus, I decided, to take my business elsewhere.
I see the an iceberg.
One must always be on their guard.
For what you see is only the tip.
Of an even larger object.
The device has to be wired properly.
Any deviations would create further problems.
As someone once said, do things right the first time, so there would be fewer problems.
Otherwise, one must be prepared for it.
I'm touring my city, because it's nearby.
While walking in the city, I find many new surprises.
A great hangout here, a hidden restaurant there.
You may learn something, while keeping your budget manageable
I hit my knee on the corner of the table.
It hurts.
The pain sears throughout my leg.
I scream in agony.
The pain.
And it continues to hurt.
In front of me are a large amount of silverware.
Why there are a large amount of silverware, I haven't got a clue.
But the only thing I know is, it will get rusted with out maintenance.
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