Time marches on
As much as we would like to,
pinch it...
hold it back...
Or just restrain it for one moment
It is unstoppable,
forever moving forward
Gaining distance,
from the instance
Feelings fade into a warm abyss
The hurt and pain subside inside
...................................
To this I cry
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