Now is a minute of forever
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Ongoing7m
Last published Sat, Mar 14, 2020
In 60 seconds, many things can happen. It could be the best minute of your life, or the worst. That's all you need.
60 seconds,
1 minute,
Live your life.
Now, is it enough to hold every breath of emotions?
Is it enough for me?
Have a look, read through the lines and you will find your answer and maybe I'll find mine.
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