The death of man exists not without life, for our life is merely our own time. Time that ticks, cast away with the sands of time, left to fall slowly. Our time running out, running away, running with our joy, running. Run after it, chase your time, chase your dreams, chase the fate you wish to have, and never look back.

For the past matters not.

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ichakura ichakura Jul 24, 2020 05:21PM
a new book;poetic perceptions of the world that never ceases;has begun.
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