6 years gone by since for my
older one to the registering day for high school.
Times get wings, you won’t
be able to win the race, no matter you are young or old, rich or poor, strong
or weak. It flies away just like that, it won't ask for your permission, you
cannot preserve it or get it back, on one can.
Soon they out my sight, independent
or even give me or others a helping hand.
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