ValuesA Poem by gabiaimeeThe inability of the human mind to even comprehend mortality and the value of time.
A thought costs a penny,
fixed value for a dollar, many zeros for a home, but what's the value of tomorrow? I have witnessed the inability of comprehension of time and youth. Learn to embrace the mortal right to choose your own truths. I refuse to accept my coming nonexistence. Fixed value for a dollar, but what's the price of a minute?
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