Life is not short,
for it is yet
the longest thing
we can
consciously experience.
Realize instead,
that death is sudden.
It waits for no one
to finish preparations.
It is certain
it shall steal from you,
the days which you
own, but paradoxically
dont even have yet.
And when it does
Your life becomes
A wave
Of farewells
And nothing
Else.
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The first piece I remember writing was a poem in a red Hello Kitty notebook, and that was when I was seven. Come when I was 12, I read my writings only to judge myself. I burned the pages of that notebook - but I saved Hello Kitty. Here now is a new page I cannot and will not burn.
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