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Feb 2018
Unopened gifts are like undreamed dreams
There but not remembered

Friends are like clothes
There until unwanted

Life is like a match
Lit and put out.

We fade with every moment
And every moment fades with us

Faith is believed but not seen....
Love is seen but not belived

The question is..... what are.....
We?
#dont understand
Written by
JIN  15/F/USA
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