The Unknown
Time.
It's unknown.
To me. To you.
To us.
Time
A studied mystery.
But no what it does
It won't stop
Unlike the some of us.
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I like to write stories and poems when I can. I write poems when I feel upset or think of something I'm not sure how to deal wit.
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