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Saturday, February 9, 2008


Time (poem or sumthin close)
101, i was, am, and still is.
Time cannot erase what has been done. What is What, cannot be What hasnt been.
Time is but an essence of life floating in suspension. Never has been, is, or is still to come. Wrapped in its own sorrow, Time stands still for all eternaity, moving at a heart breaking speed.

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