Present

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My beginning was an illusion
my end is a tragedy.
My dreams were sweet,
Now slumbered.
Laid withered in the
Graveyard.
Graves that whisper
The waste, the weight
To own
To cross the thorns, the blue seas.
To remember
To Live In The Moment
To Relish
This Brief Ordinary Existence
Meant to turn dust
Unwarned.