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by Aussie Apr 22, 2009 category : Life, society / meaning of life
Life is limited the days are numbered it's counting down sightly sometimes croups unknown and surprising they need to be toled the chances can't be wasted without it, they are doom no love is meant to wasted, like the moon my fear grows stronger, even nearer ever day, by the day, draws closer life doesn't know negative numbers no one start counting as big as others I'm scared!
by DoRk
I like it,its true. Good poem