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Moments Not Days


Although my days have already been numbered, I live as though yesterday didn't exist. Can you hear the bells of a new day ringing? Can you see the children who learn new things day by day? Although everybody has a different agenda and keeps to themselves. The hatred of the world is growing and the love of hatred is getting bigger People find more ways to use more and more and give less and less. The world was not meant to be dog eat dog. But to you everything is meant to run straight into your arms because you "deserve" it. I tell you honey ain't nothing like honest hard work and not living day to day but moment to moment. Maybe one day you will see that "YOLO" could have got you killed, And nobody could bring you back to a new moment.
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