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The Certainty Of Death
The person that I want to be
dies every day.
I never know exactly when, or how.
Sometimes it is sudden,
Sometimes lingering,
I often struggle, I often cling,
Sometimes, fatalistically, I just give in
But the person I want to be dies every day
Sometimes many times.
Sunday 21st February 2021 1:26 am
Time Could Last Forever
We live our lives together
Breathing the same air
Yet never help each other
It makes life hard to bear.
So much could be made better
In just a little time
And time could last forever
If we just use it right.
Saturday 26th December 2020 10:40 am
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