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I see tomorrow, born from death
When death steal your tomorrow
leaving you with more questions than sorrows
What is life, so fragile, no time to waste
who am I, where do I belong, where is my space?
Memories painting a picture against the wall
trying to make sense of yesterday’s Fall
Some make you smile, some make you cry
there is nothing of yesterday to deny.
As time tempers the Mind and heals the Heart
the Soul is...
Tuesday 8th June 2021 8:11 pm
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