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Love Mourning

Years passed by and she stills waiting. Hoping for a love that never appeared. Her hair was gray and her face covered with wrinkles. There's no one trace of youthfulness. Sitting in a chair looking at the horizon. Still wishing for a love that life don't gave to her. One summer morning, she woke up and looked in a mirror. She realized that she wasted her precious life waiting for something that was not in her hands. Go ahead for your goals. Don't stop your life waiting for things that are not in your hands. Live your life every day consciously, without regrets or hard feelings. You will discover that love begins with you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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