Time

A story is past apart of a past life,
for the life that was lived had far too much to give, but never appreciated never remembered for what was presented but resented up until the point that it no longer exists,

If only that soul from the past had vision of what tomorrow would be,
a story of a past life; a past existence the thoughts of sorrow from last night manifested into joy on this morning
every gift is valued the greatest in its absence.

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