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I'm not in the past, but why is it that my story is repeating its self? I'm not in the future, but why is it that I can see myself on those pictures and figures? I'm still in the present where my life is enclosed but why do I see these things that made me confused? Questions that I'm seeking for answers but it's like a conundrum where decision matters. Time is a thing to be patient and be ready but it will pass ruefully if compassion dropped suddenly.
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
Days of Reality
I'm not in the past, but why is it that my story is repeating its self? I'm not in the future, but why is it that I can see myself on those pictures and figures? I'm still in the present where my life is enclosed but why do I see these things that made me confused? Questions that I'm seeking for answers but it's like a conundrum where decision matters. Time is a thing to be patient and be ready but it will pass ruefully if compassion dropped suddenly.
nekoline
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
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