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 Silently waiting for our mortality to disintegrate our dreams. Destruction is the ultimate truth then why don't we believe. The things that we see. Destruction wrecking all of us day by day. Still we don't wish to foresee the wrecking catastrophe. We should award ourselves with trophies for going on with our lives being oblivious to the infinitive which is spreading it's jaw to devour us. But following our paradigms we go on, many of us being naive and coward look for the ultimate glee in thier implanted supposed wishes and dreams without recognising end as there ultimate peace. But some of us know our inevitable doom becoming numb to all the crests and troughs of the wave we are riding on. Being unabashed by the monster of the deep seas they row their boats with oars of courage and frivolity.


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