Treasure Island

Goldheart Bird


Life


Life is never perfect,
None of us are perfect.
We must live through hard ships.
And move on,

All of us had made mistakes!
Just remeber, we are humans.
We were born to live, learn, and pass it on.

Through sorrow, anger, and heartbreaking moments.
We all have to learn to live 'through' it.

Things happen in life that can't be changed, but we can make it beter.
But remember, let bad things go away, and start fresh.

Submitted: Monday, March 10, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 11, 2014

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For some fellow friends who had gone threw heart-breaking things.

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