Life without destiny is like a lock without a key. Not knowing where you’re going leaves a lost empty outlook on life. All the places to go and things to do are just past time delaying the final journey death. Life like a never ending book with no beginning is a mystery to me for I choose not to be a common man. I will write my chapter have a key and never get lead into a round room to consistently circle a pattern of life handled by others.
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80s also published it in Buffalo paper..