A literature towards the horizon

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Living words, dead words that are written in my soul is my parchment where, I leave the legacy of stories alive, where children play, where adults sing, where women fall in love, where the gentleman releases his inner being.
Just like the universe, the sky, the sea is infinite; where we search for the unfindable vanity is blind, but we fulfill dreams no matter where the confines of the world take us, but happiness and honor we carry inside, be those living words, that every being claims to be simply him.
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