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Time

Date Written: September 29, 2017
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Tell me not,

Grave and mourning

I was just passing through

A monochrome abyss

 

As time passes by,

Soon, we will, too

Our darkest mistakes and secrets

Have been watched by God throughout

 

Time is endless! 

A paradox you cannot see, 

One will always trail you

And one that tells the secrets within

 

Amazing, isn't it? 

How what it felt like days,

Already has been a decade?

And though time is moving, 

You aren't – paralyzed as the storm took 

over

 

A continuous sound struck,

Through the pure room

A lively and happy crowd

Now filled with despair 

 

Dying surely isn't painful

It is rumored to be felt like a pinch

But it gives misery and distress

To those who love and those who care

 

Our time is limited!

So make your's the best

For you might regret your time,

Holding a forlorn grudge inside

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