Of those wishful thoughts or hopes never will come true. To think that believing in something too intense and focused could be a probability to achieving that without fail; it’s just that we humans are walking on a platform of blank information. The things or compendiums that we need to know will never we ever get into our attentions. Only desired needs are being compensate. Nothing of which is germane to us, to survive in this sphere of vanity and greed and even so much more we take into consideration. Till when the stars starts to burn out and fall onto the earth, the skies breaks apart and the ambient silence, then we scream our lungs out.
Before my eyes, I see little knowledge of patience stained on them.
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