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There is no time now

The feeling of sadness and joy crawls under my skin
For the things that are and what has been
The future has no memory, but it is a dream
As every other feeling that I keep within.

I sit and feel and peaceful I become
Liberated from the past, staring at The Sun
The scars are not on stone, but a soul that is my own
It’s wonderful to know, you live and die, but only to discover
You are not alone.

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