hairs greying, drops fall,
river of life winds its course,
marking you loved.

and that is life, isn’t it? leaving its mark all over you, even if you despise it. you know that you’ll die in the end, but you continue to live. why?

what is your reason for living? let me know, if you are willing to, in the comments. i’m curious 🙂

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