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Feb 2014
The point of no return.
Time lapses into an infinite stream
Minutes, hours, days
Counting counting counting
Stop.
You freeze, whilst time sprints past you,
Winner of the impossible race.
The horizon is blank and for you,
Time doesn't exist
The emptiness inside begins to swallow you whole
And all the while you think
'I didn't have enough time'
Aruna
Written by
Aruna  London
(London)   
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