Lost
there are some things in this world that was yet to be discovered. just 1 by 1 they all faded, leaving a piece of what it was. as they fade, they scatter peices of there being. into the soil, into the earth. as we grow, as we fade. 1 by 1 we will leave what we once were behind for someone else to decipher and solve. each clue is a total mystery.for life is like a shard. we need to collect its peices to put it back together. as we laugh. as we cry or scream. we are always up and ready to do what we can to survive in this world. like people before us. and us before the future we will pass down our stories and our emotion. our lives and our future seems to always be placed in the hands of youth. so 1 by 1 we fade into heaven or hell. eather way you need to collect what we once were in order to complete your mission. it’s your purpose. your duty.
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