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10) Time..

Secret dwelling place;

Hidden in the dark.

Mysteries held in the dirt;

Ones that could tear us apart.

Time has other plans;

Silently slipping from my grasp.

Slowly losing my mind;

Losing what is mine.

All I can do is wonder why..

Why I try to stop time,

When it's not mine to stop?

Why I give time,

When it's not mine to give?

Why I spend time,

When it's not mine to spend?

Why I waste time,

When it's not mine to waste?

They say that time waits for no man,

So why do I wait for time?

And, is it that I'm running out of time..

Or is time running away from me?

You can call me crazy..

But it's not gonna change anything.

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