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Jun 24
time

We take the life we are given for granted.
If only we can - slow it down,
or live in the past, present and future.

Time has been substituted.
As we move past it,
we need it even more.

As time moves, we move. Time does not realize where time is. How we live; we don't realize where we are. Yesterday, and the past beyond that is now only a memory. Today will be tomorrow's memory. Each day we live, we think of only one thing, the future; once we get there, we live it and wait for another day.

We have lost time.

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time is all
Written by
florence  23/M/Seattle
(23/M/Seattle)   
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