my finger tips are the edge of losing the strength to transfer words from my brain to this screen for this page.
continuity should not be interrupted. at least now.
when gowns are put on, walk across the crowd, blessings will fly across, and step into another phase of life with greater resilience.
when the dusk comes, when the day ends. soon things get forgotten. yet our lives still on going.
problems left to be settled, questions yet to be postulated.
what does 24 mean to you? for me it is not about the time, it is the age when i graduate.
you know what i meant. btY.
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