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Dec 2018
Time is so precious, and yet I waste it.
Life is so meaningful, and yet I deny of it.
Time is ticking, and yet I ignore it.
Life is passing, and yet I reject of it.

My existence seems rather a drag.
I hold unto others as if I were some dog.
So many memories to keep.
And yet,
it stays such, a memory to sweep.

When will such pessimistic,
become such optimistic?
From fairy tales to tragic tales
A world I live in where it's full of fails.

From such views, I dare compare.
A world full of happiness I couldn't care.
The laughs, the smiles,
it all seems real.
Deep inside a heart made of steel.

As time tries to keep me awake,
I die each day knowing what's at stake.
To those whose woes are greater than mine,
Woe unto you for those who are sublime.

Try to keep up and still be alive.
As time rush in,
do say to a good ******* man,
Life is more as you remain.
I keep myself ignoring the beauty and essence of life
Altitude
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Altitude  M/Philippines
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     Holly D, Emily and Ron Bar-Ad
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