Don’t waste your time dying over the past, spend it living in the present. — Saim Cheeda
Don’t waste your time dying over the past, spend it living in the present. — Saim Cheeda
Don’t waste your time dying over the past, spend it living in the present. — Saim Cheeda
Don’t waste your time dying over the past, spend it living in the present. — Saim Cheeda
Don’t waste your time dying over the past, spend it living in the present. — Saim Cheeda
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Don’t waste your time dying over the past, spend it living in the present.

— Saim Cheeda
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Men so sick they are dying of death. — Sebastian Barry, Days Without End
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