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Dec 2015
Day
Life,
its sad.
All of us, living,
day by day,
until the day
we die.
alone one day.

Its like that,
from the very first day.
The second you take you first breath
your clock slowly starts ticking away.
Every beat a heart takes,
another second closer to that day.
We all come to this world screaming and cry,
most of us live our whole life the same way,
never taking in the moment - because it wont always be that way.
We are all so lost in our current pain,
we forget that it one day, it will all go away.
Precious are the moments,
as are the memories - in our hearts they replay.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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