Last day alive

If there ever comes a day that they ask me to count my breaths, i am going to spend that day alone writing to everyone i have ever known, what they mean to me, what they did to me, and how thankful i am to have them in my life. I believe, no matter how many places i go, how many nights i spend high, at the sea shores, there is nothing better than a hand in my hand on that one terrible night! 

People made me who i am !

They say, do something worth writing or write something worth reading,

So i wrote, i wrote for you !

Because the truth is that you think you have forever, but you don’t, you never do

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