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How the years seemed to

Have passed so quickly,

Even though the seconds

Move in slow motion.

Time just melts away

As I stand still,

Frozen in my steps.

And I’ve found myself

Inching forward but

Falling miles behind.

I watch the world

Controlled by schedules

That account for every

Minute of their day.

While I struggled

To keep up with them,

I had no other choice

But to give up in defeat.

Still, I begged every

Passerby to stop their

Hurried pace and slow

Down with me,

Yet, in the rush,

They could not hear me.