Where is time?
Time
Where does it go?
With the memories,
In the smiles and sobs?
Time
How is it lived?
With friends,
Enduring excitement.
Time
When does it stop?
During the prime,
After all of the tears.
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Beyond The Wall
My mind gets lost in the reality of where we live. The life that we lead can be seen through filters are unknown to the souls of those who realize nothing of the world around them. Expression is what brings light to who we are and what we want to be. Nothing is set in stone, but everything has purpose. Everything has change.
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