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from the onset of dawn to dusk and to dawn. the
repeating cycle of life goes on..

like the setting of the sun all things must come
and pass. it is the inevitable that all things must
come to end. good or bad these things shall pass
and we are left with the memories that they have
ethced deep in our hearts.

what is left now is how we shall go on and face the
darkest of nights and the blackest of days... these
things too shall pass...

fear not, the only end to these is the final rest. that
faithful day when the reaper swings the scythe and
all that will be left is the memory of how life used to
be...

do not shed a tear for me... the last drop has fallen
a long time ago. the only thing that comes out are
products of mere imagination and illusion played by
the mind. ..

judge me not, people have done that long time. i
did my fair share of life and all it has to offer.. in the
end just visit the marker that has been dulled by
time and forgetten...

and remember just like the old popular saying
goes.. this too shall pass....I bid thee
adieu...please tell those who care that someday i
may pass by in forms never seen....