Time is an idea that never goes away, our time is short, it is we that fade.
Swept up in a whirlpool, spinning around.
Just out of reach.
Fighting the drown.
The most complex puzzle, yet to be solved, billions of hearts have already dissolved.
To think we are different and might can swim out.
Prolonging a pain that grows by the day,
Ought we let go and just wash away?
All hearts have tears and scars as they age
But you can only break broken in so many ways.
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