First and Final

We are all authors
Writing the story of our lives
Writing with a permanent maker
Inside this permanent makers is an hour glass, blind to the eye
There is no going back or erasing mistakes
You certainly do not get the pages back
So give these pages all you have,
While you have the chance
You only get one hour glass, one life, one story
So make it worth the read

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