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Jul 2019
Love, trust me, I was blind before,
This is far from what I asked for.
But a fighting chance we have, I'm sure
This poisoned world craves for our cure.

We don't have time, time has us all
But here we are, before its wall,
So let's break free, free from our fates.
Our new future, on the other side, awaits.

We'll see a Utopia, where no one has to cry,
But for that, the past we must modify.
You don't want to see what I've seen,
So, c'mon, help me build the time machine!
Written by
Popa Cosmin  16/M
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