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We live for years of joy and fears,
for a hundred or more tears.
When we die,
tell me, did we truly live or just pass by?

(c) jarred franzine
A battle with time,
A tragic paradigm.
Running out of feeling—
Of highs that first times make.
Memories fade, lost in the wake,
Leaving only echoes of what's at stake.

(c) jarred franzine

— The End —