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Jan 7
Eternal
Fleeting
Rushing all of it
Most valuable yet wasted
Patient
Lost
Running out
Unrecoverable
Permanent
Unforgiving
Going to end and then there will be nothing what the **** am I doing?
Written by
Thomas Patrick
95
     Ayesha
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