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Time


Time, it's an illusion, our past is but our present,

our present is but our past, 

and our future is both present and past,

but then the clock stops ticking,

then time crumbles and falls,

then your time is up,

so why believe in time? because time brings new meaning,

because with time there comes life,

with time there comes growth,

and greatest of all, with time there comes love,

but how are you to have these things, if you don't have time?

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I'm 20 years old and have been writing poems and stories since I can remember, I love to create things and I hope to continue to do so.

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