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PASSAGE OF TIME While looking forward to something, it seems like a gigantic hill to climb. While waiting for that something special, nothing moves any slower than time. I stop for a minute to glace back, and reminisce back to a fleeting past. I realize it is passing so quickly, knowing still, it is flying too fast. While I look back in recollection, there is no bigger or greater crime, Of stolen minutes now way behind me, robbed by the passage of time. |
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