Nothing comes along with us in the very end; even good, bad, success, failure.
All of that will eventaully go other way.
So why we so dear of that?
I don’t know, cause even I know all that; I cannot let go.
May be, I am too weak; too weak to accept the truth.
Too weak to let go.
Too weak to accept that, it’s always like this.
All of the time passed all wil be.
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