There will be a day when eventually I will meet my demise, where my woes and glories will be forgotten in time sometime at the ripe of old age as I walk the long road, watching the children of my children play with the toys that watched me get old. And when that day cometh I will raise my eyes to... Sign in to see full entry.
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