March 17, 2013

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  What I want to know is what you ache for.

   

  If you are willing to risk looking like a fool

  for love,

  for your dreams,

  for the adventure of being alive.

   

  If you can live with failure, yours and mine.

   

  If you can get up after a night of grief and

  despair, weary and bruised to the bone,

  and still be sweet to the ones you love.

   

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