If there is anything that can be said of this life,
it is all the more richer than when I was born
because of the memories accrued
from the pains and pleasures of life.
It is the waiting that matters
more that the event I am waiting for.
Life, full of lies, cloaked in eternal deception Work, full of drudge, covered with infinite frustration End, thus life, end, thus work One without the other
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