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The Waiting Game


It seems we are always waiting. 

Seconds here

Minutes here

Hours here

But all in all, aren't we always waiting for something? 

Waiting for; 

Happiness 

Love 

Dreams 

Death 

All of us always wait. 

That is until the day we 

STOP! 

Then the Waiting Game is over. 

Or is it? 

Maybe... 

We begin to wait for something;

Different.  

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