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in the end...

in the end, all that matters is what you get right! the significance of all tats acquired, over the course of time, reduces to one question, have u got it right???

its stupid in a sense, like you are judging someone , something impulsively...

this one question renders void so many things...

the end result is all that matters, and even tho there might be many out there who l say the journey is more important, everyone is struggling to get it right, sometimes even competing to get it more RIGHT than someone else!
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Soin said…
in the end all that matters is that you are at the end..right and wrong dont matter..free
January 15, 2010 at 10:36 AM
HaRy!! said…
i thought it was the lyrics - linkin park song.,...anyways rite!
January 16, 2010 at 4:20 PM
Anonymous said…
Nothing succeed like success no matter it is start or end. The definition of success is written by an individual And if achieved /she called All is Well. I wish success for everyone for always.
January 21, 2010 at 6:48 PM
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