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Sep 2016
Time was a childhood friend
Whom I played with carelessly
Anxiety was not our guest
Stress was not our game

Then Time is my worst enemy
Whom I tried to cope up with
Anxiety became my friend
Stress became my work

Then I realized
Years became months
Months became days
Days became hours
Hours became minutes
Minutes became seconds
And seconds doesn't matter no more

Once we're caught in slow dance
I took a step with every beat
Now, I was chasing after Time
I took a charge with every leap

I know I'll meet Time again
In the final song of the final dance
In the final beat of the final breath
Together we knew our final dream

That Eternity might be our Destiny
Nath
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