In haze, deep, we bury our past,
In hopes that it will forever be concealed.
We say goodbye to whatever that happened,
In hopes that it will forever be forgotten.
So desperate to see what lies ahead,
That we fail to see we have a present to live.
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Writer, sometimes a poet, an aspiring entrepreneur, photography as a hobby & learning how to code. Technology, sports (Tennis & Football) and religion.
