Life. An achingly beautiful figment, one we all desire more of, but none are deserving of. We wish constantly for longer years, anxiously hoping that one day, we will make our mark on the world before life passes by us. We all desire to change the world, but none can attain to this. We feel on top of the world, and life swoops in to remind us of our numbered days upon this polluted wasteland.
But, we still have hope; hope for a better future, hope for longer years, hope that we will be remembered by future generations. But somehow, life gets in the way, reminding us of our numbered days.
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