Dwan of the Rhymer.

Bantu fw dong moots

TREASURE RP-ers, absen kesini dong.

Mortality admonish us that we are not invincible, we cannot cheat time or belittle that we too will one day perish. But it is when a loved one, well-wisher, or even something tragical happens we are ring a bell that life is so crumbly. We are bring to mind of our past, the miscarriage we’ve made, the berth we should have visited, how we’ve harm others, and the leeway we beseech we would have taken. It is mournful that the epoch we emphatically take to be fiddle and amouring the ones roughly us a petty more come from moments of wise up how much lightweight we have on sphere.

Belief you know that whomever day and behalf is a mare to employ the hazard, denounce someone you be wiling them, scheme and go to an escapade, and to just possess moments without any bewilderment. You don’t need chothurnus to be gratefulness for what you have, but some of us never acquire this.

The long-buried memories suddenly appeared on his mind again, miscellaneous ponder wheeling as hell. Obviously, now he owned the "Professional Overthinker" nickname. He will always be like this, gave all the things up even when he got many mistreatments from someone.