Time Limit

November 20, 2013

Stuck in my mind,

but I must rewind.

Death seeks everyone,

its part of life.

There is a limit of time,

passes by like the speed of light.

Containing wonderful memberies,

I will never forget.

Cherishing them with my last breathe,

living with no regrets.

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