Life, very short to mess over, once it's gone theirs no more. It sounds so, so immortal, but it has a limit, a limit which we'll never know coming. So why waste it the wrong way, knowing that time is coming, one day. Life is the best thing that could in this world, some people Cherish it, some just abuse it, something that people don't know is, it's waiting around corner and it's among everybody, we call it Death. A harsh name, to an human name, just waiting for anybody limit to come, patiently, patiently, waiting, until something goes wrong in your life, Death takes you the hand as if your were an infant.... Life, Death, Who know what's next!
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