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Minutes tick past noon. Time is Wast- Ing. Your face grows pale, and your eyes fade. Is this not what you wanted? Life is Great. Where are You? You sacrificed for this moment. You worked for this moment. But The Mo- Ment Is Leav- Ing. Your eyes fix on the clock, waiting for the future. And The Mo- Ment Is Gone.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
Tick Tick
Minutes tick past noon. Time is Wast- Ing. Your face grows pale, and your eyes fade. Is this not what you wanted? Life is Great. Where are You? You sacrificed for this moment. You worked for this moment. But The Mo- Ment Is Leav- Ing. Your eyes fix on the clock, waiting for the future. And The Mo- Ment Is Gone.
#depression#future#time#clock
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
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