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A Poem by sunflowertroll

To make money we lose our health,

and then to restore our health we lose our money...

We live as if we are never going to die,

and we die as if we never lived...

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Added on November 21, 2011
Last Updated on November 21, 2011

The whole world was swallowed whole and all I can do is laugh, ^_^ more..

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