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Death Every one has a gaurdian Angel.
In heaven they strum our harp of life.
We all have our own song.
Our song changes as we move on through life.
More intesity is added as we struggle with desitions.
When we relax and seem content, our song lightens up and lullabies along until our next obstical.
The way we treat others also changes how our song sounds.
With every strum a memory is created.
Weather that memory be good or bad, it stays forever in our song, even if it has left our mind.
When life has gone on too long, our cords will start to break.
When we are left with only one cord, our body is already numb from gained emotions and suffering.
When the last cord snaps, and we take our last breath, weather it be peaceful or tragic,
Our song plays through our mind and you will go where your song is placed.
Some songs are beautiful,
Some songs are sad,
Some songs are worrying,
and some songs, are unbearable to even listen to.
It is you who has control of your song,
So do what you believe is right.
Instruct your gaurdian Angel well,
and see where your song is placed.
