The purpose of life

"That innocence from childhood memories ain't dead but are sleeping. The dreams of future, essence of present and darkness of past have covered it with dust of impatience.

Existence of life is ambiguous. Moreover its reason. To beautify its real and far most true meaning one must see through his soul, his inner self; no different with a child's heart and his innocence."
- his death seems to be the answers of all the burned questions. She could only has ashes now.

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© Snehil Srivastava