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" Our existence is merely a crack of light between oblivion and darkness. At any time our light may falter and die. At any time, our bodies may wither away in the forgotten unwritten books of history. We are nothing in this vast universe. We are merely bodies of blood that pass through this universe without anyone knowing. At the end of the day, after all the laughs, jokes, phone calls, and flustered conversations, we are nothing but a soul that passes through a foggy curtain of uncertainty. "
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YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from books I will never write
PoetrySometimes there are sentences, chapters, ideas, and poetry that never meet the eyes of an audience. They are burned, forgotten, forced to be tucked away in the minds of the author. This book is for those words that never met ink and paper.
