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Misery life
Well it seems my life is getting worse and worse. I wish thing could better.
Everyday I pass by the park, nature, and hospitole, but to only stop and think. Why? Why must be life like a star that could light out anytime? Why must everything happen to people we love? Even when we hold ourselves dearly, we only fill ourselves with hate and jealousy. Even our everyday life, we live through it to only find that we did nothing. Everything is almost like speck of time. We are like tool to time. Even after time, we forget everything. Love, hate, sencerity, and maybe ourselves, but we force ourselves to keep moving on. One day, maybe we will lose, but when we lose what will happen. People would begin to forget our history. Forget our love, forget that we were even here. Forget that this is a place that we found to belong a place we want to be with. It feel like life itself is nothing important. Today my friend was walking with me, he was moving very fast, but he told me life was short so he moved fast. I slowly walked to only feel left behind and think why walk fast if we should hold our life dearly and spend it with others. I might not understand life, but it feel like nothing will ever change. In my thought, I think that we are only a speck of time. Everyday, time pass it never stop, but still we hold ourselves dearly.


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