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Am I Pacifist?🧐🧐🧐

The rhythms was so fine, change was impossible,
The ride is long and long, 
Side by side was the barrier, I destroy them.
I was pathetic and lively creature,
Now, the meaning are more clearer than sky without the cloud, 
Though not lovely, for me.

Life is change, aging is the sign, ride the boat, really tough, things aren't easy and lively here.
There is something cost of being human, you have to dive, but swim.

Right or left, soon or late, you have too keep on in the ride, or you get destroyed sinking down to sorrow and pain,
Part of season is life of nature,
Things keep on changing, you have to let go and rock on toward life.

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