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Unchanging Time

Days are going like minutes,

And months like days,

Yet, it doesn't seem like,

We've moved anyway,

From our thoughts that we still think,

To hold on and let go,

To the things that we still say,

To each other when we're low.

How long does this feeling last,

How long am I supposed to feel it too?

For days are like minutes now,

Yet time doesn't change too.


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