The time we waste, is the time we fight.
The time we miss, is the the time we might.
The time we forget, is the time we regret.
The time we don't care, is the time we don't share.
The time we don't hear, is the time we're not here.
The time we don't give, is the time we don't live.
The time we don't listen, is the time we are missing.
The time we can't be, is the time we can't see.
The time we lose hope, is the time we choose rope.
The time we choose fear, that time always near.
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Author:
Hemingway (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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