H E A L and B L O O M

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We come alone,

We leave alone,

This roleplay we do in the middle is all destiny's divine play,

Any bond along even your blood relation will not escort you in your final moments,

Death is inevitable,

All your glories will turn into memorable moments,

Your values and your dignity will be carried by someone who loves you,

Sometimes they are not the same people whom you loved once,

You might be the king of the world,

You might be a struggler to the end,

You might be a beggar,

His land that erodes all boundaries,

In front of him, all are equal to a grain of sand,

Be mindful of that fact.

P.S.2020 and fuck you.