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Deer. Graceful living, breathing things that are innocent enough to stop and stare when utter doom shines in their eyes. Graceful, pretty, gorgeous, peaceful. The symbol of grace and beauty. Deer.
I want to succeed in life. Provide for whatver family I may get as I grow older. I want to succeed where my parents failed. Provide a better life for myself than they could. I want to be happy and free. I want to succeed. Is that a bad thing? I dont think so. I think its a brilliant thing to want. Thats all I want out of life, is to succeed.