Time passes very quickly.
It heeds no one
It waits for no one.
We have a limited time in this world,
so we must make the best of it.
Before it’s too late.
Do we truly see ourselves as we are?
As a body with a soul running through it.
A soul that could be black as death
or as light as the sun shining above.
Who are we?
We are what’s inside
and not the pile of skin
and bones on the outside.
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