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  • Writer's pictureCurious Observer


We, who worry about This life of ours, Shall turn to dust one day. All that shall remain Shall be a void filled with memories.
The best we can ever do is to try, To give it our best, A luxury we cannot always afford. The least we can do is to make others smile, And the most we can do is to smile ourselves.
We hold ourselves, Within the palm of our hands, Within our grasp, we eternally reside. Our true stories can never be fully told, For what turns into stories are the lies we weave!

— Curious Observer

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