A view to a kill

It’s all you can think about when your own existence passes by in the blink of an eye.

We struggled for so long with how to make it before we realized we already did.

The view’s never pretty but, through it all, it never decayed from its original form.

Yet we progress within ourselves and await a rectified existence tomorrow.

As if it were the only thing that could make us improved in the eyes of

humanity.

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