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Time


 

Time is a theif it steals away the best moments yet it never gives them back Time is a heartbreaker Time leaves you wanting more

It makes you rush It makes you wait When you're early it moves slow But it seems to fly when you're late

Time. Is it real? Is it there? What is it? Can you really tell what time it is? Can we even count it?  We use clocks. Are we right? Or is time just beyond our sight?

Time is a gift. It's good. Without it where would we be? How would we live? Cherish your time.  Use it wisely. Be content with time spent. Don't regret any time

The time you use regretting time spent is more time you're spending. More time you're wasting. Here's the point. Live your time. Laugh during your time. And love your times.

 

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