As a candle meets its base,
As the sunlight meets the empty space,
As the December meets the January,
As the day meets its tomorrow,
As life meets its death,
All things must come to an end,
The end.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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