Thank you God for today.
Thank you for the yesterday's.
Thank you for tomorrow.
Thank you God for everything.
Thank you for the happiness.
Thank you for the sorrow.
Thank you for bringing me home.
The day i run out of tomorrows.
It is said that parting is such sweet sorrow.
I'll see you soon.
For this time i have is only borrowed.
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Andrew Deaton (
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Comments1
Indeed we all have and live on borrowed time. A lovely write of gratitude.
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