Eventually i will die.
And thats fine.
Days will pass where my memorie fades.
And all that i leave behind will become dusted.
And everything ive done will lose meaning.
Eventually i will be forgotten.
And thats fine.
So while my time is still my own.
Why dont i make it enjoyable.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryA Collection of Poems i've written from old to recent ( will update if i write any new ones)
