Time

Time has stretched itself.
Months and years,
hours and minutes,
all have become alike.
They all pass by.

No gain no sorrow
seperates
yesterday from tomorrow.

Only time is there.
Time,
slowly rushing towards its end.

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Author: Aaditya Balouria

I am what I am and maybe that is what I‘ve always wanted to be or maybe not. Anyway, now that I am what I am, and now that I know that I cannot be any different, all I can do is tell you how it feels to be me or maybe not even that.

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