Days of our lives ( gedicht)

People are constantly living their lives in the battle with time. Meanwhile I am bounded by the mightiness of loving hate. And hateful love. We're slipping away in the past of days. Slipped in to usefulness fighting. A silly war we declared. Once upon a time. Egoistically driven by our egocentric beings. The path true … Meer lezen over Days of our lives ( gedicht)

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