Life is a Gift
why is it so hard to say goodbye, even when we know it´s the right time just why, why everything we love turns into dust somehow. We live and we die, And then when we become ashes, We return to the ground, Where we belong. So make the best of your given time, because life is a gift, that can't never be replaced, and it will never Be given to you twice.
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