Today tomorrow and yesterday never live in peace.
Yesterday the hate grew unbearable,
too much to take.
Today the misfortunate shards or glass from the broken pieces of life
lay unpeacefully apon a presious hand,
slipped away unseen.
Tomorrow never came for the one who saw, felt, and lived,
the pain of today.
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