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Another Day

by Dr_Midnight

Days pass by and by none of them catch my eye the present and past seem to fly as we grow old and begin to die all has meaning even breathing every moment so direly fleeting.

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99 / Hell

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Written by

Dr_Midnight

99 / Hell

Published

Jan 8, 2019

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1m

Notes: Shortest poem

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