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Sep 2013
It's all happening so fast
So much to do, so little time.
Time is flying by.
I'm in a constant rush.
Worry is consuming.
Why do I choose this?
Future.
What about my present?
I wish to use time wisely.
Is time really there?
Does it even exist?
Megan H
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Megan H  27/F/Texas
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