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Time will tell.

Time will love.

Time will kill.

Time to live.



Too much time.

Not enough.

Never just right.



It's my time.

Yet it’s wasted away.

Lies kill time.

And truths don't help.



Time to leave.

Too soon.

To fast.

Escape?

To late...



For me.

Who am I?

Will time tell?

Or has it already spoken:

"You’re the one who hides himself,

Your truths remain lost to sands of time.

They will never understand.

And you hurt yourself for there problems."



Is it right?

Its not to far off.

Time will kill.

Though we can choose the time.

For when do I choose mine?

Soon.

Far.

Now.

Later?



Time is forever.

And time is gone in the next second.

Love is eternal.

And love is fickle.

Will I ever find it?

Or will it be the end of me.



Will I ever feel happy?

Or am I destined to die alone.

Only time will tell,

If it hasn't already.