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Time


I'm getting older by the second. I'm getting bolder by the hour. With time in the essence,i'm growing tired. With out you i'm nothing. Every minute ticking. i will never get back. Everyday is the same nothing will change. Then i saw you. You, who will make me stronger. You who will make me smile. you, who will make me feel brand new. Just like time but in the essence.

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