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We grow up wanting to leave a stamp on this universe. We are told very young,  we can become are dreams if we wish it. And through it all, we create a mind set of this reward in the end.
How do I explain how feelings change, how strained this train of thought chugs along with nowhere to stop and drop this ticking bomb. The face of your clock can tell me nothing when I can’t look into its eyes.
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