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Sunrise. Sunset. Oh how I forget, another passing day.
and how it brings me one more step closer to my inevitable grave.
What morbid thought is this? - life is made of bunch of memories you'll forget. 
So write your feelings down, and take a photograph while you can. 

Lets suck the marrow from the bones of this life. 
Take it day by day and never run to hide. 
counting breaths we breathe oh we'll never have enough. 
But we can make someone's breaths easier if we love. 


Wake up. sleep. repeat. Life is an endless maze. 
As stumble around the words I speak are a living wake. 
What morbid thought is this? - life is made of bunch of memories you'll forget. 
So write your feelings down and take a photograph while you can. 

It goes by so fast when you look. Yet faster when you don't. 
Well there has to be more than this? Well I've found what makes Life a utter bliss. 

Life's meaning is you Lord.