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Time is Fleeing Fast

Time is fleeing as I write these words.

Its been a while since I began my search.

To some knowledge is the enemy.

Some rather stay blind without a remedy.

Rather live and die the same memories.

Instead of looking for truth they only seek frivolities.

We all are born unique and individual, though most die a copy of the collective.

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