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Transformation of Time


We used to sit and complain of boredom, Wanting time to move faster, Wanting to grow into adults, Wanting something to do, Wanting someone to play with, Unaware of what time would do to us. Now we rush about busily, Wanting time to slow down, Wanting to be children again, Wanting to be able to do nothing, Wanting to avoid any human interaction, Time transforms the best of us.
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