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Shake off the anger, that you keep inside. Leave the sorrow, that you never took back from me.

Be patient, I’m telling you, it won’t be the same in the end. And listen, your dreams will not be the same every night.

If you give up now, you will come back again. Don’t leave, you will love even more when you lose.

And I know, there is no meaning, when you’re not around.

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Biking Happiness.

You may wanna talk about happiness. But all those motionless hours we spend together are always running for me, and all those stupid things we do together actually make a lot sense to me. As we watch the world together, it’s always spring of me. And happines is too big to give up.

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It was only 12 years ago…

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My name is Sophie… I spent my 20s happily, but I never knew my life would turn out to be this way. Yes, exactly 12 years ago from today. I felt weakness on my body, and they called it ALS. My doctor told me to leave my job. I never believed I was going to die from this disease, though the doctor never gave me a chance. I tried everything to stay. But first my hands… then my legs got weaker. Then my head, and my all body. I watched myself melting down, every single day, painfully. I never thought this disease could kill me, until the moment I felt my lungs getting weaker too. It was never easy. Imagine not being able to say that you don’t wanna die. My night screams saying I don’t wanna die, disappeared when this disease took my ability to talk. I was asking my sister, my mom, my husband to hold my hand for a while when I could still feel it. And yes, I was only 32 years old when I slipped away. 32, right ? When people don’t even feel themselves old. Watching myself dying was much easier than letting my son watch me dying. He was only 6 when I lost my mouth, my tongue to tell him how much I love him, but I never lost my love for him, and for the best man a woman could ever have. And it was 12 years ago when I whistled my last breath out. I was 32 years old, 12 years ago, when I left my son without his mother, and my husband without his wife. Sometimes, some things may happen that you may never want to believe. But eventually life lets you know that the game you’re in is the least fair thing. There may be no tomorrow, it took me for a while to admit that…

My name is Chris, Christopher. I was 41 years old when I lost my wife, the love of my life. My first love, and the last. And I never knew my life would change like this. I was only 41 years old, 12 years ago. Then if I lived now, I was going be 53 years old. I watched my wife dying, every day, every hour, every minute. I watched her eyes talking to me. I used to wake up every 15 minutes at night, to check if she was still breathing. When she didn’t sleep, I never slept. Even when I admitted she was actually dying, I never left her hand, until the life took her away from me. I was only 41 years old, and my son was 6. 12 years ago… After I lost my wife, I made few mistakes… I trusted the people who were the closest to me. They cheated on my life, I am not mad at them anymore. I got married again. I had two more, beautiful children. But happiness ? It was only 12 years ago the last time I was happy. I wanted my oldest son to be a basketball player, and I am a former basketball player. I took him to the selection of a local team, and they chose him. And you know, I was getting older, it was 4 years ago, when I decided to have cataract surgery, to be able to see better, honestly. I took my glasses and my book, so that I wouldn’t get bored waiting on a hospital gurney. And I never got bored… It was a mistake, I closed my eyes on the operating table. And I could never open them again… It was 4 years ago, when my son was only 14 years old. I could never go to watch his first training with his new team… I tried to come back to the life, and make my people cry from happiness, I tried for a week. And after a week, the doctor had to go out to the corridor, and say, cerebral hemorrhage… I was 49 when I passed away. And now I am not sure which was worse and more painful… Watching my wife dying every day, or leaving my son alone when he needs a father ? My son, he was only 14 years, when he lost his father, 8 years after he lost his mother. And now he is my hero. And as he always said, I only went to visit mom, I’ll be back soon…

My name is Erick. I don’t remember how many times I begged for another chance. I never knew my life was going to be like this. 12 years ago, I was only 6 years old when I lost my mother to a disease called ALS. They say it is only once in million times. Funny, right ? That one in a million was my mother. But, trust me, watching your mom dying was never funny. There are so many others who love me, but I need my mother. I am still not jealous of the people who have their mothers, I am only happy for them, I am happy for them because they get the mother love. I miss it deadly… And yet again, I was only 14 years old, when my superman went away. I lost my father 8 years after I lost my mom. My stepmom has always been grumpy when I was around, she never liked me. So I was always spending the nights over my uncle’s or aunt’s place. Just to not let her argue with my father and make him sad. How could I let anyone make the only person I have in my life sad ? It was 4 years ago, when my father passed away, my best friend. But I never left basketball, I am still playing, because my father wanted me to do it. I am still carrying his number on my back. It was only 4 years ago when my aunt adopted me. Do you know the feeling that you don’t even know what to write on the official documents when it comes to father’s name and mother’s name sections ? People keep asking me how I can be so tidy and self responsible. I grew up without a mother, and also without a father, I could barely have chilhood dreams. Even though my aunts family never made me feel like I am actually their cousin, I miss my parents a lot, every day even more. But now, I have a beautiful girlfriend. A beautiful mother, and a father, two lovely siblings. I am strong, I had to build my life back twice. I have a scholarship from the tourism highschool. You may not believe, but I am also doing very good at basketball too, as how my father would always like me to be. I feel positive about my future. Today I am almost 18… It has been 12 years since I lost my angel, and 4 years since my hero passed away. I never talk about them to the people, and I keep smiling when someone mentions their names. But I miss them every day, every night. I couldn’t even watch them getting older as they couldn’t watch me growing up. But they never get old in the pictures… I miss them every minute, every second. But I know one day we will meet again, and we will live together forever. Until then…

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The humans have a lot to learn from the animals in order to be good a person.

The humans have a lot to learn from the animals in order to be good a person.

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Death is only a fact of life we face suddenly, unpreparedly. There is not any possibility to take any kind of precaution. Most of the time, we don’t know the preciousness of our lives, of every step we take, of every glimpse that our eyes capture, of every touch from our beloved people.
Death is always ruthless. It really doesn’t care about how much you have climbed over the mountain called “life”. Though the world meets nobody in the halfway, it never leaves in the end. Yet again, in the halfway. We always have to be interrupted from a lot more we want to say, without even being able to whisper a careless goodbye.
Death is a phonecall you receive in the middle of the night. Death is a fear keeping you in the hospital corridors. Death is only dying, with no mercy, so much remorse, but always silence in the end.
Wake up, it is only too early to leave right now.

Death is only a fact of life we face suddenly, unpreparedly. There is not any possibility to take any kind of precaution. Most of the time, we don’t know the preciousness of our lives, of every step we take, of every glimpse that our eyes capture, of every touch from our beloved people.

Death is always ruthless. It really doesn’t care about how much you have climbed over the mountain called “life”. Though the world meets nobody in the halfway, it never leaves in the end. Yet again, in the halfway. We always have to be interrupted from a lot more we want to say, without even being able to whisper a careless goodbye.

Death is a phonecall you receive in the middle of the night. Death is a fear keeping you in the hospital corridors. Death is only dying, with no mercy, so much remorse, but always silence in the end.

Wake up, it is only too early to leave right now.

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Sometimes it’s only passion that drives a man wild. A messy bedroom that you left behind, a pair of lungs you left burning out of a tough hangover.

Yet, I am rewinding it now, to be the island you ignore to explore, or the call you choose to put on silent. To stand in front of you for what I desire.

Open your arms, I am coming back with some snowflakes, a bottle wine and you.

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Whatever you leave incomplete drags you down, keeps you alive, makes you beg for another time, forces you to believe in miracles, gets you look around more frequently, keeps you awake all nights long.
Whatever you leave unfinished makes you live in a lie, gets all your hopes fresh without a reason, takes you down to hell and up to heaven all of a sudden, makes your eyes burn, and forces you to remember her smell forever.

Whatever you leave incomplete drags you down, keeps you alive, makes you beg for another time, forces you to believe in miracles, gets you look around more frequently, keeps you awake all nights long.

Whatever you leave unfinished makes you live in a lie, gets all your hopes fresh without a reason, takes you down to hell and up to heaven all of a sudden, makes your eyes burn, and forces you to remember her smell forever.

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How do we get alone sometimes ? All alone, no remorse, no mercy, all the walls.

How do we get alone sometimes ? All alone, no remorse, no mercy, all the walls.

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The eggs are already broken, so let’s make a pretty good omelette out of it.

The eggs are already broken, so let’s make a pretty good omelette out of it.

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I feel so old since I’ve noticed that I don’t have super powers.