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May 2020
Life is something that couldn’t be learned from a book or learned from man cause man isn’t perfect.
But man could teach wisdom and teach other from the wrong doings or mistakes one has encountered in life.
Gray hairs means old age but does not mean he is wise nor smart or god.
We Roam around.
We make ties.
We burn bridges.
We make up.
We stab backs.
We cry but we die but why...
I can’t comprehend this thing called death?
Why does my life have an expiration date?
Wonder what happens after we die Heaven or Hell thats something only the dead knows.
Written by
Frank Acevedo  20/M
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