Our time

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  • rachelleann28
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Our time

Our time on earth is limited. With little knowledge and hardly ever any goodbyes. Some people think it's silly to watch what you say to people and always tell people you love them every chance you get. It's not silly at all it's true. When you lose someone very close and dear to you, you will truely see the pain and hurt in not telling that person you loved them every chance you got. You start having doubts in your mind like,"did they know how much I loved them? was my last words to them nice? comforting?" These things begin to fill your mind and may never go away. It hurts so much to not have a care in the world, then get that one phone call that could change your life forever. So before you call someone names or just say something mean, think that that could be the last thing you ever say to them. Always tell the ones you love that you love them.


     <In memory of anyone who has ever lost a loved one>

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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