03.03.22
The saddest part of modern times is
to find ourselves taking the same road every day,
facing the same pile of paper works in our desks,
and allowing years to pass us by
without changes in our daily routine.
We get through a situation by survival
and we work as if taking breaks is a crime.
—georginariver
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Rhymes & Reasons
PoetryThe sun sets and the moon rises, but your absence stays still. August slips like a blink and winter should have been colder, but summer memories warm my endless nights. First love never lasts and so does us, but the way I love you at sixteen always...
