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Jul 2015
What is life, really?
Is it just a temporary space
to fill up until the end of your days?
To block the sight of death,
just a grey mist?
Just a little time to check everything off your list?
Is it just a mirage of the fated road ahead?
A distraction from where you are to go?
What is life, really?
well, we'll never know.
I was bored...
pia
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pia  16/F/Philippines
(16/F/Philippines)   
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