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Aug 2017
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.
Written by
Manda
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   NuBlaccSoul and Lior Gavra
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