Another day is ending.
No protest to be made.
Sidewalks form cracks.
Daylight fades away.
Voices are forgotten
as time marches on.
Today, like yesterday,
will too be gone.
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Author:
the_bleak_visionary (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 24th, 2019 23:20
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Hmm, are yesterdays ever truly gone? Dont they rather have a cumulative data bank someplace which forms the essence of our character?
Yes I completely agree. But sometimes we're only offered one opportunity to experience something, so take advantage. Thanks for reading btw!
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