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Life is a fleeting, fickle game,
We're born, we blink, it's not the same.
We hurry, scurry, with all our might,
Yet time outruns us, day and night.
Short life, alas, such an absurd shame.
About the Creator
R.Freya
Poetry is my soul's language, and I wield words like a paintbrush. From heartbreak to hope, I capture emotions and spin them into verse.
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