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Category: Life
As a child I walked in such places, sun, sea, sand, crickets chirping in the long grass, it's the life I wished for my own young ones, not stuck in some worn-out city. Over a thousand came to share their sorrow, dig a hole, bid good-bye, music playing, lost in thought. Some day I too must leave those that love me, those that don't, and those that don't care either way. It's borrowed time we live within. Some folk need to taste death before they ruin what is theirs, others need to live forever ...and maybe they will. Selah.
11:55 PM
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