Limited
In our desolate life we as humans are given only a select number of years
Hours
minutes
Seconds
Most People take for granted there meager hours.
In our compendiary lifes we tend to waste a vast amount of time on inadequate things.
Our days are numbered.
Our lives will past by in a blink of an eye.
Cheerish the time you are given with your soul mate.
Some spend their whole life searching For them.
Don't let your numbers waste away.
Your tock is ticking. Soon the last grain of sand in your hourglass will spill though and you will into that enteral sumbler
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
Limited
In our desolate life we as humans are given only a select number of years
Hours
minutes
Seconds
Most People take for granted there meager hours.
In our compendiary lifes we tend to waste a vast amount of time on inadequate things.
Our days are numbered.
Our lives will past by in a blink of an eye.
Cheerish the time you are given with your soul mate.
Some spend their whole life searching For them.
Don't let your numbers waste away.
Your tock is ticking. Soon the last grain of sand in your hourglass will spill though and you will into that enteral sumbler
Our days our numbered so never take someones time for granted they could disappear in the blink of an eye
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