See no Fire
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5 years ago
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Death is always near, the eyes are the window to our soul. Who knows where we go when we die, we never know till death come upon us. We suffer but we move one, we fall and we got up but the pain never fades away, not even if it's an inch. The memories are like a crown of spine wich is stuck to your head, always there deep to the very bone on ones head good or bad. Sometimes we carry the memories we want to forget, but never will. Not everything is perfect, eider when ones lived or dies.