For the breaking of the night today was and forever shall be the day of my birth. The day of this 16th day of the month of January, each year a passing of my time and the record to the life of a man unseen. Even from the first day of breath taking we all walk the same path to the arms of death. This is the present giving to me forever more, all the days of my waking. Hold all the goodness in your heart, look not on the downfalls of man but onward to the light of possibility.
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