Clutching tight to the rope, the ground seemed next, running along just fine the timeline was far from fragile, life was smooth running by day on day, without any test, young and no sense of bereavement actions devoid of any guile.
And then comes along opportunities, choices we may call them, a true test of one’s mental strength and ability to mould one’s stem, so long, what you gonna do today? Pick one! and so the journey begins with the element of so-called fun.
Sail the murky waters and taste the salt, let's face the truth, you will never accept your fault, read the time, and watch the memories drag you through the years, spend so much wondering and measuring in the wasted tears.
Happy endings, for what you have lived and may live, there are none, for the fix of the broken skin and wrinkled heart, the learnings are some, a handful of reasons and excuses binding to the last of the existence, still, we never learn, we never give up, we never forget her presence!
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