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by AlmostLover Jan 25, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Umong the lives of those who survive, They have no clue wether to stay or hide, You don't realize the true beauty of life, Til you see it swept away in a flash, Even when it's selfish you cry, At the sight of burning ash, I know I may be young yet I am very wise, I cherish maybe not every second but most I adore, I know at one point your life has to end, You don't know how or why or even when...