Past Participle
Life is the presence of death, but once you’re gone there is nothing left for you in the future so you live in the past. For those of us who dwell on past mistakes we become death. Time is friendly if you let it be, but don’t make it your enemy. If you go too far ahead you may become blind. Now you have become the past lost in time. It is best to take each and every breath one moment at a time. No one ever really dies; there flesh just becomes energy in our world of thought. This situation makes our future visit our past
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