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Sep 2017
All things, eventually, fall into the hands of vanity.
The pain, the misery,
the sufferings, and the tears;
memories filled with screams of agony.

Oh, child, don’t waste your energy no more.
Cease your frenetic thoughts.

Proceed with what you are now,
for no one really knows
what comes after oblivion.

β€” Y.H.

Look ahead,
gentle fervor.
You never know.
So,
use up the moments you have
with all of the gratitude
and awareness.

(c) Y.H.
YH
Written by
YH  19/F/Selangor, Malaysia
(19/F/Selangor, Malaysia)   
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