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the passage of time insists to wilt away upon each passing sway time slips by without our consent, our grip once set firm slackening in return maybe that's why we grow anxious of what is yet to come in the morrow
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
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the passage of time insists to wilt away upon each passing sway time slips by without our consent, our grip once set firm slackening in return maybe that's why we grow anxious of what is yet to come in the morrow
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC
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