The sun always rise's the days always pass, be they when you are ill and when you are well. There are reflections and memories and dreams held so dear and close to heart. We are only here for a short time, scurrying about hurriedly to accomplish often trival things. Or idlyeing away the days, months and years in the escapse of lonelyness
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