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Oct 2020
We all have everything else under control;
Except the time we want
We lose or use it
Either morning or night;
Or birth till death
So make wise use of it

Time doesn't die at all,
It flys away into thin air
Leaving us empty just to pity;
And counting on time is stupidity
So make good use of it,
For you to benefit.
Mhidey
Written by
Mhidey  14/F/Lagos
(14/F/Lagos)   
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   erica lynn
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