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The Lost Life

Yesterdays were forgotten, as two names were written on a paper with black ink. 
Sitting there, as he lets his tears free, forming a lake of the past, as the winds 
were storming by his house. Afraid he was, and crying, yet not for his upcoming 
death… He looked through the windows to see volcanoes erupt, ground shakes, 
skies rain, tress lean, and winds fly. Never has he known that death can be so 
sweet, so enjoyable, so sudden, so bitter, and so sad… For he cried, yet not for 
his death. Remembering the sweetness of the past, remembering the time 
when he was able to live, when he was able know, when he was able to forgive, 
when he was able to grow… Faulty presence threatened his life, but he never 
cared, for his life was his torture, his suffering, and his lost future. The invisible 
doors opened the way to the long lasting memories… Never has he tried, but he 
knew that his chance is already gone. The world stopped there, it waited for him 
to think… He thought of nothing but his chaotic strife, his dark past, and his faulty 
dreams… He never knew what they meant, but he knew something was wrong, 
he knew that the pages were blank, the ink was clear, and the words were 
black… He knew that that he should have served the world, that he should have 
said it, that he should have gone long time before… He knew that life never 
waits, and chances are there, they will be gone soon unless one continues and 
says the truth… He knew that life is not easy as it may have seemed… He knew 
that his harsh heart was no solution that his tough mood was no protection, and 
his rude nature served him no good… He knew that she rested beneath him; 
she rested beneath the ashes, the ashes of war… She has left, left from his 
world… He looked and looked, and he realized how cheap and priceless life is, 
and how empty and worthless the world without her… He knew that earth 
covered one of them… He knew that she laid under the grave, the grave that has 
few words written on… He realized that earth should now cover the two… For his 
life is nothing more than emptiness, vain, dust, tears, sadness, grief, loss, and 
destruction… He knew that these words worth any life, any treasure, and any 
dream… He read these words on the grave… They said: “Mom, may you rest in 

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