Sunday, March 29, 2015

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 We always think we have time,
But the reality is that our time is short.

We spend the little time we have 
Avoiding what is real,
Wasting the present,
Anxiously waiting,
Selfishly longing,
For what matches the illusion in our head.

Tomorrow is never guaranteed,
And love is never about others,
It's always about us,
And how much we allow
Ourselves to feel and share.


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