Everyday has it's own story, good or bad we just have to ensure.
Every story has it's end, so let our pasts end with the last page because our future seems so bright, in the thug of war we will always win. We choose to love, hate, desire and regret. Sometimes we just don't know what to think anymore. Our days pass like the sands of the earth.
We all have stories to tell,yes we all do whether sad or happy even when we don't want to tell most of it.
The point is we all have a common memory.


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