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Time is a gift when you see it you have seen yourself age When you look back you have seen your past It does not wait, nor does it stop It flows, to reach your heart to reach your soul, to reach your wrath, to take your spite Time is a curse wrapped as a gift You have just enough till you unwrap the box... Now it's too late. A present Awaiting to be open
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC
A Present
Time is a gift when you see it you have seen yourself age When you look back you have seen your past It does not wait, nor does it stop It flows, to reach your heart to reach your soul, to reach your wrath, to take your spite Time is a curse wrapped as a gift You have just enough till you unwrap the box... Now it's too late. A present Awaiting to be open
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC
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