I use to think
time
was my
enemy
stealing all things
precious
to me
I use to think
time
was extremely
evil
killing all of my
hopes and dreams
That was until
I tried to
take my own
time away
now
I think
time
is my
brother
we live
side by side
needing each other
to live
time is my
Best friend
I can always
rely upon
it
Time
is a gift
that was
given to me
by the
Man up stairs
Time
is great
Time is the reason
that we are here
but
Time
may not exist
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Author:
Crow (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 8th, 2017 10:50
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Comments1
Time exists and it continually varies in speed. Good write.
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