Time

There is so much to do but so little time. You could find what you've lost; you could lose what youv'e found. But only you can deicde what is good for you to hold on to. Give your self the plesure of being sorrounded by bliss that you've created. Follow your dreams or folow the one you love. Because it's obviouse that wer're not promised tomorow. With that being said put your self out there and create moments to hold and live like your not seeing the sun nor the stars of the next day. The one that actually do cant because they are too week or ill but you are not. you are strong.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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