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From all the things I'm running from, they are killing me, designed to test me. Maybe it's the temper or the patient, Whether to quit now or then, But for as long as I know, The matter of time, Is always the same, And in another part of universe, It's okay, to say the time is up, Now.
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
Running
From all the things I'm running from, they are killing me, designed to test me. Maybe it's the temper or the patient, Whether to quit now or then, But for as long as I know, The matter of time, Is always the same, And in another part of universe, It's okay, to say the time is up, Now.
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 8:46 AM UTC
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