Our Memories
our past errors are the thugs of our present terrors
we are tortured by nature while we are being deceived by destiny.
the rareness of our thoughts was curdled with valuable ideas that made us ideal.
we are rare values not because of our thoughts but because of the ordainment of our memories through our valuable ideas. and now my greatest surprise is now my greatest fear because my quest received a guest and from then i had no rest because am yet to win the test. death you have licensed my thoughts to sweet but soured memories. we can't erase the memories of our life true second chance because we gave it the first chance to be there.
memory, what a summary.
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