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We sit there and we wonder What the hell are we doing What is the point to this life Why am I still moving Time doesn't stop It goes it's own pace It punishes us In so many different ways It slows when we need it to quicken It quickens when we need it to slow The time is always ticking Watching our silly little show We're stuck here Whatever here is I'm stuck here This deep dark abyss
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
Time
We sit there and we wonder What the hell are we doing What is the point to this life Why am I still moving Time doesn't stop It goes it's own pace It punishes us In so many different ways It slows when we need it to quicken It quickens when we need it to slow The time is always ticking Watching our silly little show We're stuck here Whatever here is I'm stuck here This deep dark abyss
YoungthePoet
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
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