A Life

A life that is limited by time, becomes immortal by it virtue.

A life where the physical ceases to exist, continues to procreate through its idea.

Width is no measure of life, its depth is what tells its true worth.

A life lived in oblivion, is not to have lived.

But shaping others lives is to truly have lived.

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