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Feb 2017
my time table is worked down till the last seconds of every day,
every minute creeps around the clock only to shiver and die.

we're all on schedule, we're all here for finite moments that float away.

but isn't it only fun when
you're at the wrong place at the right time?
How was your day, and/or what do you hope to achieve today? Let me know below! :D
Written by
aashi  ktm/del/bos
   Shrey and Sarah H
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