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May 2021
Time ticks by
Every moment turning into a memory
Some good, some bad
But all the same
Just a moment we can never get back
No matter how much we scream or yell
No matter how much we pound our fists into the ground
Nothing can change that the moments are memories
And nothing more
Laughs and cries
Giggles and tears
All end up the same in the end
Just a thought in someone's head and nothing more
Time is simple with one power
Even though we curse it a lot
And wish it could slow down or even stop
But it just crawls on
Making us realize how slow it is moving
When we finally realise what it has been doing
Simple actions, simple power
Most hate it
Others tolerate it
Few like it
And share thee same feelings as time
Turning moments into memories
Making time stop just enough to change them
Simple moment, simple memory
Simple action, simple power
Moment to memory
And nothing more.
Writing of the Unknown
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