Choose:

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In a world of people who run,

Choose to walk.

 

Choose to be simple,

calm and peaceful;

 

Choose to breathe,

analyze and empathize;


Choose to forget

expectations and hope;

 

Choose to loose,

the past and its self. 

 

Choose to remember,

that you always can choose. 

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