There are many stories yet to be told, many folds yet to be unfolded, many tides yet to rise, many springs to blossom, many falls to be witnessed, there are still many stories to unfold life is not what is still holds out to be, there is that special fire in me still waiting to be ignited to last the whole lifetime of warmth, there are those moments I have lived and many more I wish to live, the moments when I loved the existence of no regrets, no thoughts storming through my head there are those moments in any form I want to live everyday the wish it never went out my way, t here are so much more I wish to see there are still so many more stories I am yet to write, I am disheartened just in anxiety of the times which shall be mine and where I would have nothing to lose....
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