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Not Every Day Is Promised To Us

we live we die , no one knows why but we were not born to stay one day you're here and full of life and the next you've passed away we never give it must thought ` our time as life itself is so complex we go on everyday as if things are fine not even knowing if we will see the next i guess that's the safe way of things no one want to think about their last breath for they really wouldn't live up to their means because there's no worst anticipation than death so we have to love life and all there is don't wait til its your time to die because before you know it (that will be all there is) and our life would have just passed us by R.I.P. to another friend

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