How sad is it to know that we'll all disappear one day. How sad it is to all end up loving something that death will touch. Tommorow will always come, again and again, until the day we perish and our loved ones perish. time catches up to us, and our lives end like the vanishing of the fire of a fragile, delicate candle. Life is evanescent, fleeting away from our grasps during every breath we take. And when our hearts stop beating, when we are gone, we are slowly being forgotten.
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