Fleet, Hope, Sorrow

Fleet, Hope, Sorrow short poem

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Never forget that life is a fleeting thing, we seep our souls in hate, and forget that it suffocates what little time exists
Cliches aren’t corny, they are tragically obvious, and tragically sad
For they are lessons that are never learned, until the sorrow has been finished
Do not live your life in hate, for it will only consume your humanity
Take your loved ones, and try to be with them, for time will strip them away in such a flash
These things are never truly black and white though, it’s always painted in tragic shade of grey

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A beautiful message out there! Live in love:) Beautiful!

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