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Sep 2012
Watching the hours past,
Time replays in my head.
Nothing changes; we have been here before.
Because time had no beginning, but ends at forever
We are left with the uncertainty of living.
Living in the time of what we call today.
Exquisitely Forlorn
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Exquisitely Forlorn
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   Straelyn Lousire
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