Death Quote by Bron Dayvid

“Live because you're dying. Tomorrow is no more guaranteed than the next hour. No minute is minuscule; every second is a new breath that fills the lungs with life.” quote by Bron Dayvid — Download Open image

““Live because you're dying. Tomorrow is no more guaranteed than the next hour. No minute is minuscule; every second is a new breath that fills the lungs with life.””

Bron Dayvid

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