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Oct 2013
Time, it's approaching.
Running towards me,
No, hurtling.
I open my arms,
to embrace it, with happiness, joy, esctasy.
Because, freedom, finally. Freedom.

But yet, when I have Time in my arms,
Its sneering, snarling
Leering at me
Cruelly reminding me that
She will be gone soon,
Going, going,* gone.
sadly
Written by
Behind the Mask
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