passing away
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We look back, And it’s all we got. Tick, tick, ticking by, When will it end? No one can say for sure. When it’s time to take our final rest, unique as the finger print, We carry around. Once a lap,We stop and look back. Memories traded For time spent,In seconds, weeks, and years. It adds up to our whole life. We live the whole…
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What happens after my last breath? I ask myself for the thousandth time. Hair prickles, Palms sweat. I chew the end off my thumb nail. Stomach churns, I don’t know. What will it feel like? The beat of thumping in my chest growing louder, A concert just for me. I close my eyes tight All…
