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May 8
Time Will Pass
I know.
Decay,
I know.

Why I'm here,
I don't know.
My purpose,
I don't know.

Keep searching,
Keep hunting,
In this cycle, I know.

Like smoke,
Present now,
Gone tomorrow.

May the Lord find me,
I am lost in circles.
I want to walk with Him,
To find the true meaning,
Of everything...
Written by
Bernardo Cruz  55/M/Philippines
(55/M/Philippines)   
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