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When Will It End?
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Childish, I Know They exclaim, "doesn't time fly" the answer is no, time
never flies
But every now and again we forget it exists, and for those brief moments we taste freedom and it's our spirits that soar,
But it never lasts, they remark "my look at the time" and everyone's heart sinks,
Once again immersed in a world where the worst drug is thought of as useful and everyone's addicted from birth.
Time may seem to speed up and slow down but trust me it's as regular as clockwork,
In my eyes time is a curse placed upon us for trying to make things too uniform and if it was given a voice we'd hear it laugh.
Maybe one day we'll be free, the one joyful day when the voice is silenced, the laughing stops and time runs out.
