All those dreams will find their way into another existence, when perhaps yet another chance will present itself. I will definitely not be around in that future. Not any longer; all I'll be is dust and ashes, blowing away more quickly than I've ever been close.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
