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Stuck in time


Every minute goes by  faster than ever.

Am I in a dream or stuck in time?

Tick tock… tick tock

It is endless and slips away.

Hours grow into days and days grow into weeks until the end is almost near.

Time is limited and it fades away.  


 

hours fly and days die

Time is something I can’t control.

It never stops and always lasts.

As time goes on, we look back

To the memories that  will last.

We remember  what we have learned 

From the memories that  we once lived.

 

We should have used our time wisely.

It should have never been wasted .

Our moments melted into years.

As minutes pass  we look back.

We wish that our  lost time would soon return.

The moments we once lived shall remain.

 
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