The hands of time are as merciless as our degenerating skin,
It does not cease no matter how much you plead
It does not waver, amidst your misery.
Why is it so hard to get by,
When all we feel is that we are being left behind.
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Collecting Thoughts
RandomI find peace; in writing a piece of my boring history. I think about the complexity of human emotions; how we are positive and negative, how we are Yin and Yang, how we are Light and Dark. From poems, to short stories, essays, and to merely just bla...
