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Time


Time flies when you are growing up from when you are born until you die. Before you know it you are all grown up the only thing you have left are memorize. From when you are in your father's hands to the time your father gives your hand to the man you love. From the time your heart is broken in two to the time when you find the other half of your heart Even though the only thing you have left are memorize those memorize are the ones you cherish the rest of your life.
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