I was lying in bed, talking to my girlfriend on the phone, with music playing in the background. As I turned and laid on my back with my eyes closed, it was so weird how I was taken 19 years back in time. I remember the time when I was just two years old. My dad's at work. My sister's at school. Just me and mom at home. She always used to play that particular song. I couldn't believe myself as I suddenly realize how fast time's ticking by. I remember how my mom, my dad, my sister...they were all so young. So full of life, energy. We had so much....time.

Now I'm 20. Then I'll be 30, then 40. And before I know it, my mom and dad will be old and crippled. Eventually they'll move on. They'll leave me after they enslave themselves all their life just for my survival. Life...it's amazing. We struggle...just to give up. We love...just to forget. And we live...just to lose it all....all in the end. I wish I understood better the meaning of this..."ending". It's just too cruel.

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I sometimes think of the time I die. Where will I be? Whose hand will I be holding? And whose voice will I last hear as I slip alway? Then...after that moment...what's next?