Time one day will be no more
Live life know
For you never know when
Time will run out
Time is the thief of souls
Stealing lives one tick at a time
Every second of every minute
Could be your last
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Three thirty in the mornin', sleeping in your bed Wrapped up in your blanket, soft pillow beneath your head Stars shinning brightly, t...
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