Life is a process we are all bind by as a contract we put on our signature. From beautiful faces to loose fragments faces full of wrinkles. What is regarded as attractive by feminist will turn into something "dull and boring". Dreams we are fighting so hard for at this hour will perish and goals will wither too like our flesh and falls off.

Get this, 100 years from this second every soul breathing now will be wiped out of this earth. Out with the old and in with the new as if the world ever stopped rotating in circles. My portrait will hang on the wall to rusty and dusty to useless paper taking up their space. Memories will become a tale from generation to generation with the wander if it was ever a reality.

Look, time is running out for all of us and not yet to stop even though we may try to run away from fate. My wish is that we can all STAY HUMBLE
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