I am just a passersby. Passing through life. A chance few get. Without asking. And a chance that’s taken away. Without asking. So many crossroads, so many t-points, just to find a destination. Always a bit ahead.
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I am just a passersby. Passing through life. A chance few get. Without asking. And a chance that’s taken away. Without asking. So many crossroads, so many t-points, just to find a destination. Always a bit ahead.
