| | what is life but a stage, we are only the acktors and acktress, we play a part as evryone does, we ackt and move difrently then we do when we are alone, we ackt and move the way the world wants us to, we all play a part, and thoe we play small parts, we only ackt the way we want the world to see us, we ackt the part we want to play, we ackt the part everyone else wants us to, we ackt as if we are what we are not, we even dress the part, what is life but only a stage, we have freinds who play biger parts in this play calld life, we have foes who play the vilen in are play, evryone is the star in there own play, evryone is a difrent vew point in this play calld life, and at the end as we lie in are grave dead, we reseave roses, flowers, and other items from thoes who cared, as in a play we reseave the same only we move .. for the next day, the next play, on this stage we call life, no one is them selfs, but only who they want, or wish to be, so if your one of thoes people who disbeleave me, thats fine but remember, you dont ackt yourself all the time, no one does, on the stage calld life we are only playing the part, and even if you do ackt yourself you play the part of yourself, what isl ife but a stag, a play where the world tells you what they want, you dont have to be a part of it, but you will always play a part on the stage calld life |
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Created on 2-12-08
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