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Diary of Time


She always used to say

that the world was so unfair

that the time was never right

to save Her,

for everyone lives for themselves,

heartbreak a person itself

where privacy lies only in thoughts

built over time

 

yet She always wanted someone to know

the last thoughts She ever had,

the love that no one knew in full

before the gift in Her

and any identity she every owned

was gone.

 

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